Wally West Dead Novels & Stories

I felt my heart"There's nothing left, Layla. When I got there, my pack was gone. The place was empty, deserted except for the graves of my wife and son. They're all I had left, and now they're gone too. There were so many graves, so many losses. I can't imagine where the rest funny people are." My heart shattered for him, and I instinctively pulled him into a tight hug, offering the only consolation that I could. "I'm so sorry, Wally. I can't even imagine the pain you're going through. If you ever need to talk, I'm here." Wally nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "Thank you, Layla. I appreciate your kindness. And thank you so much for your offer for me to stay here. Without it, I'm not sure

I know I've become very ugly now. ... August 20, 2025 The sleeping pills seem to be losing their effectiveness. The doctor advised me to just stay in the hospital. He said it would get more painful toward the end. I refused. I never planned to live until the very end anyway. ... August 25, 2025 ... The original text had been crossed out with a black line. Two new lines were added: Willow Dawson died on this day. But Echo saved her.

“Tell me that’s the last time you almost die!” “No promises. I think it’s over now, though.” I smiled. “I hope so.” There were tears in his eyes. He was happy but there was also sadness there. “What’s wrong?” “Oz…he’s dead. All of the Aleni except Wyatt.” “And I did that…Zeke-” “Don’t Zelda. You did what needed to be done…even if it hurts.” “We did say we wanted to get away from our exes, right?” I smiled slightly.

In his place was a void of endless, starving darkness. "He’s dead," I sobbed, my voice breaking. "Bella, he’s dead! I can't feel him anymore!" The door slammed open. Zayn rushed in, his eyes scanning the room for an enemy. He saw me on the floor, shaking and crying, and he was at my side in a second. "What happened?" he demanded, his voice like thunder. "Bella, speak!" "I don't know, Alpha," she said, her voice trembling. "She just collapsed. She says Ezekiel is dead."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ I don’t know how long I sat there staring at that damn screen after it went dark. Maybe a minute, maybe ten. My brain just… couldn’t process it. Dead. The word looped through my head over and over, echoing like a broken record. Dead? How could I be dead? I could feel my heartbeat. I could breathe, my chest rising and falling, air filling my lungs. My palms were sweaty, my muscles ached from being thrown — dead people didn’t feel all that, right?

I had already seen him collapse once, and I was terrified that it would happen again if we didn’t find a way to manage it. The mission had been grueling. We had ventured into a particularly infected zone, and though we managed to secure what we needed, it had cost us. Ethan had pushed his powers to their limits, unleashing them with reckless abandon to protect us from a horde of infected that had surged toward us. We had made it out alive, but just barely. Back at camp, Ethan collapsed into one of the chairs, his breath shallow, his body slumped with fatigue. I couldn’t stand seeing him like this, but I knew there was nothing I could do to make him stop.

he informed me, accepting the tea I offered with a grateful nod. "Looking for me?" I laughed softly, the sound hollow and empty. I stirred my own tea, watching the leaves swirl. "I'm already dead. What does he want with a ghost?" The Beta—Kane—shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "He refuses to accept your death. He's been to your old clinic at least a dozen times, interrogating your former staff. He's tried to contact all your former friends and colleagues." A flicker of unease passed through me. "Has he found anything?"

"Mr. Howard notarized it before his death. He specifically instructed that only you have the right to handle it. We can’t do anything with it. Whether you throw it away or keep it, that’s up to you." With that, he turned and left. Jordan quickly caught up. "What do you mean, 'before his death'?" She didn’t care whether Westley was dead or alive, but Carter had told her there was a one-year timeline. It had only been four or five months—how had he suddenly died? "Westley... passed away?" Buck responded with an emotionless nod, then stepped around her and left. Jordan stood there, as if a stone had been thrown into the still waters of her heart, creating ripples that refused to settle.

“Richard West, father of the late Ryan West, was found dead this morning in his hospital room. Authorities suspect murder, though no suspects have been named at this time.” The words were a lightning strike, freezing me in place, my breath catching as the mug trembled in my hands, tea sloshing over the rim. Beside me, Austin’s coffee cup slipped from his fingers, shattering on the hardwood floor, the sound a sharp crack that echoed in the stunned silence. His face was pale, his eyes wide with shock, his breath hitching as he stared at the screen, Richard’s file photo glaring back, those cold, hateful eyes now lifeless.

Walters. In the end, both Chrissy and Aldrich died from their injuries, and Dr. Walters was also arrested and sent to prison. He would soon be put on trial for the sins he had committed. The news then showed footage of the crime scene. All signs of life had long left Aldrich's face. What was left was just the messy aftermath of the crime scene that the police had cordoned off with police tape. I turned off the TV calmly and walked over to the windows. The tulips outside the window were in full bloom. They swayed gently in the breeze, their scent wafting gently into my room.