Wally West Dead Novels & Stories

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

She doubted it. Still, she leaned into him, her head resting briefly against his chest, listening to the deep rhythm of his heart. It was the only thing that had kept her sane these past months—that heartbeat, relentless, unyielding, even when every other truth had unraveled. But the silence of the world beyond? It unnerved her. She could almost hear it whispering: This isn’t over. *** The news came two days later, whispered on late-night broadcasts and half-hidden in the folds of financial tabloids. Weston Hale, once untouchable, had been found dead in his prison cell. The official statement was swift and precise: “suicide by hanging.”

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

Kyle's POV Three weeks in Paris, and I was no closer to exonerating my father than when I'd arrived. If anything, I'd only uncovered more sins. The file on my desk contained photographs, financial records, Morton's call interrupted my thoughts. "Morton," I answered, my voice rough from lack of sleep. "Kyle," he replied. "There's been a development. Richard Williams is dead." I moved away from the window, alert. "How?" "Officially? Suicide. He was found hanging in his cell early this morning."

Wynn, who seemed to be bracing himself for the impact of his wife's words. "What's that, Mom?" Hazel asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her heart already heavy with foreboding. Mrs. Wynn's lips trembled, her voice cracking as she spoke. "Layla...Layla is dead. They said they found her dead in her cell room." The words hung in the air like a death knell, their finality echoing through the room. Hazel's sigh was like a whispered lament, her eyes filling with tears as she processed the news.

"What do you mean there'a a problem? Is he dead or not?" "That's the thing, Bels. I injected him with enough wolfsbane to kill an Alpha, and we burned the whole cabin to erase everything. But…" "But what?" Bella snapped, her voice sharp. "What the hell happened?" "When we went back to check the remains… there was nothing. No body. Just the watch he was wearing. Then the cops showed up and we had to bail." A cold shiver crawled up Bella's spine. Her eyes whipped toward the TV playing in the background, and fear slowly tightened around her chest as the report continued.

They were talking in hushed tones, their conversation distorted by the thick stone walls but I caught enough. “…one more time,” Wally was saying, “…the third night must coincide with the full moon. He won’t question it. He’s too far gone now.” Dagna laughed, a cruel, low sound. “And she’s already breaking. You should’ve seen her today. Pale, shaking. He doesn’t even notice. His guilt keeps him blind.” “She’ll die from the inside out,” Wally murmured. “That’s the beauty of it. We don’t even need to lift a finger.”

And all because I wouldn’t date the son of a bitch my father was now dead, my family and consequently Jason’s title of Beta was revoked, and I would be forced into a torturous arrangement. A knock sounded at the door interrupting my thoughts. Before either of us got up to answer Hudson strode in. “That prick cheating like that! He didn’t even wait to let the body be removed before announcing his next Beta.” “Did you see anything else?” I asked out of curiosity. “Yeah when I was leaving Alpha Archer was saying something to Austin. Didn’t seem to pleased about something. Pretty sure he’s on his way here now.” “What?!”

" The matter was taken up by the Westlake police force and they've analyzed the body.The cause of death seems to be a heart failure,and this was confirmed by a doctor who explained that he had a weak heart." " No!"heartfelt sobs resounded round the room, for even as Jerry was a coward and extended his ego by insulting others,he was a loyal friend.Quiet sobs were smothered by his close buddies who didn't want to be classified as weaklings.The police officer raised his hands and utmost silence descended upon the room, except for a few sniffs. The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

In fact, we had a lovely day after the battle, with all our friends and volunteers and former trainees lounging on the beach and splashing around in the cool water. But something is bothering Orsina. She paces, agitated, which makes Zach worried and upset, and is quickly about to become a massive problem. “What’s wrong?” I ask her that evening, trying to put a calming, friendly arm around her shoulders. She shrugs me off and keeps pacing. “Barrett’s dead. Pretty sure Weston killed him. And now Weston is dead.” “I’m so sorry,” I say, wondering whether to reach out for her again or just keep my hands to myself. “You must be devastated, losing two Alphas like that so quickly.”