Vincent And Rody Dead Plate Mga Nobela at Kwento

His Kelsie was long dead. “I’m sorry, baby,” Vincent said sadly. “I love you, baby, but you’re not real.” He punched the mirror on the wall, and Kelsie screamed in horror before he used the broken shard and stabbed his thigh with it. Vincent screamed, looking at the ceiling before the spell was broken, and he was returned to reality. His thigh bled once more as if he stabbed himself for real. Vincent was mad at these people for using his dead mate to get information.

Draven's shoulders relaxed, a bitter, self-deprecating laugh huffing out of him, like he was mocking his own panic. Vincent lifted the box, his eyes cold with contempt when he looked at me. "I'm taking this to Rosa. I don't have time for your games. Be gone before I get back, or—" He never finished the sentence. I plucked a datura petal from the bush beside me, and put it in my mouth. Vincent's face went white as a sheet.

*BANG* "CALEB!!" Vincent flinched hard when he heard a gunshot followed by Leon's scream. He immediately turned to his left only to see Caleb lying on the ground. Leon quickly crouched down and shook his shoulders but it was of no use as he was dead as a door nail. Suddenly another gunshot echoed and targeted Mr. Taylor. He immediately died. Vincent was befuddled. He instantly shot his head up only to be left shocked. Rosaline was standing on her feet while pointing the gun at him.

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

“Oh right, poof! All gone like a little surprise gas attack made them reconsider their loyalties. Apparently, they don’t back dead men… or lunatics.” “Kill him!” Vincent roared, spitting blood. “Kill him now!” He called for his men, his loyal wolves, the ones he handpicked, trained, promised the world. And for a heartbeat, silence reigned until we heard footsteps. Three of them emerged from the shadows. Built, scarred, deadly. My old rivals. “Do it,” Vincent ordered an they moved. Fast but not toward me though. They went towards him and In one fluid motion, they slammed his legs out from under him, forcing him down on both knees before me.

As my soul left my body, I wondered why I could still see what was happening to me. It only hit me when I looked down to see my lifeless body slumped on the table—I was dead. The sound of the door opening caught my attention. I turned to see that a maid had returned. The remnants of whatever hope I harbored disappeared. My brothers hadn't returned. The maid was shocked to see me slumped on the table with the urn and photo beside me. She stopped to assess the situation before slowly approaching me. She reached out a trembling finger and placed it underneath my nose. Then, she paled and shrieked in fear.

Vincent watched his expression unreadable, almost calm as Ritik’s panic tripped into desperation. Adrian leaned closer, gloved hand tightening on Ritik’s jaw. “Easy,” he murmured. “You asked for water, remember?” Vincent lifted the bottle slightly, letting the yellow liquid swirl. Adrian tightened his grip on Ritik’s jaw, forcing his head up. Bones cracked under the pressure, weak bones that could barely hold the skull attached. Vincent lands slowly, bringing himself eye-level with Ritik. Then Ritik saw it. The bottle in Vincent ’s hand and the liquid inside is clear and deadly.

Jonathan said and pulled the tape off of other's mouth who screamed in return. "Now what were you saying?" Jonathan said voice cold and face void of any emotion. He looks like he is made of stone who don't even get affected by the deadly screams of other person. "Please end this..... Kill me...." Vincent said. Jonathan looked at the chair infront of Vincent . His corpse was decomposing and the smell was unable to bear. Once good-looking face of Victor was now destroyed by the cut marks. His body was naked lying on the chair, more like slumping on the chair. His lower part of the body badly destroyed, and the dried blood stains making it more difficult to bear.

Ryder runs up to hug her tightly and Scarlett loses herself in his embrace. “What-” “We must take you to the hospital for surgery!” Scarlett says at once. “Elle is dead and-” The door behind them bursts open and Vincent appears behind them, filled with vengeance. He points a gun at Scarlett, determined to kill her. In slow motion, Ryder steps between her and Vincent. Scarlett screams in horror as the bullet pierces Ryder but Ryder takes out his own gun and shoots Vincent down. “AHHHH!” Vincent screams as the bullet hits his stomach and he falls to the ground, losing blood at a fast rate.

Vincent’s group had fought well, killing a good number of them, but they were greatly outnumbered and going against a bloodthirsty group when they were barely recovering from the effect of their last battle, so it was a death sentence. They have my mate, lying dead on top of an equally dead rogue; it looked like they had battled it to the end. The rogue was missing a limb and a hand, and he had a deep claw mark on his underbelly. Vincent also had numerous claw marks on his body. I could remember the way I was shaking when I saw his remains; he had been bled dry and left to die. His other colleagues were not left out. All had undergone a brutal death, and no one lived to be able to tell the t