When Does Bellamy Die In The 100 Novels & Stories

At first, I thought the signal had dropped. But a few hours later, the phone rang again. And a stranger’s voice told me that my parents had died in a car accident. Just like that. Gone. Forever. I snapped back to reality when I felt someone gently wiping my cheek. “You’re crying again,” Nathaniel said softly. I quickly wiped away the tears myself. “I’m not crying,” I muttered. Nathaniel didn’t argue. Instead, he changed the subject. “Do you still have classes today?” I shook my head. “No. Our faculty has a meeting.”

He muttered something under his breath, turning around and walking straight into the back room without another word, leaving the door to click shut behind him. Bellamy watched him go, then turned his attention back to me. His smirk faded, replaced by a quiet, observant concern. He pointed toward the small plaid sofa near the brick fireplace. "Sit down before you collapse. Do you need anything? Water? A blanket?" I walked over to the sofa, sinking into the cushions as the exhaustion finally took over my muscles. I looked up at the ceiling, my hands trembling slightly in my lap. "There might be absolutely nothing in this world that can make me feel better right now, Bellamy."

Step by step, she walked toward everyone. Jayden and everyone around him, including the police, stared wide-eyed. "T-This is impossible! L-Lily's alive?" Lily walked up to Jayden, one step at a time. "Mr. Sanders, take a good look. Who exactly am I?" Jayden stared at her for a long time, then suddenly started frantically tearing at the corpse's thin clothing like a madman. The police officers nearby rushed to restrain him. However, the moment he saw the markings on the body, he collapsed to the ground. "No, that's impossible! Impossible! This can't be happening, it can't be! Zendaya, you set me up! I'll kill you!"

"I'm glad he's dead. He had it coming. He deserved it!" The call ended. Seraphine was expressionless as if it didn't concern her at all. Lowering her head, she tidied up the stuff in her bag. Having overheard part of the conversation, Seraphine's assistant said carefully, "It's been a decade, Seraphine. Many things could've happened in those years. I guess that's the way life goes. My condolences." Seraphine didn't say a word, and her expression was blank. She simply stood where she was, watching Rose wail and sob through the glass window of the ward.

Alex catches her elbow before she collapses, steadying her with an arm around her waist,don’t listen to him babygirl. She shakes her head. “And now?” she asks Bellamy, voice thin but unbroken. “Now,” he replies softly, “you sign everything back to me… or history repeats itself.” Alex steps fully in front of her, blocking her from Bellamy’s view. “Over my dead body.” Bellamy laughs under his breath, shaking his head like he’s watching children play war. Then the night explodes. Floodlights blaze on from every angle, blinding white beams cutting through .

“ Please... Please.. I beg you.... Please. “ Arya cried but Bellamy paid no attention to her. " Your judgement is death by fire. The same death you wished to give a person is given to you.“ Bellamy said and her eyes glowed red in anger. She shot fire balls from her hand and Arya screamed when it hit her. “ Please, stop. Stop! Please! " She screamed in agony. “ You're a criminal. " She said weakly as she fell. The fog fell slowly and by the time it disappeared, Arya disappeared with it. “ Bellamy. " Archer shouted as he ran towards her.

Refrained from seeing more death. Hunching over, I shut my ears with my fingers. Closed my eyes. A dull last sounded and I knew the deed was done. There was no one else left alive. And Bellamy would now be cleared of any suspicion if someone figured out they were dead.

Megan is nowhere to be seen, so I’m leaning more towards the five hours side of the clock. “Hey.” I greet Bellamy with a sleepy smile. “I didn’t dream for once. It was so nice.” I stretch out and groan as my back cracks. “That’s great to hear.” Bellamy answers, but he isn’t smiling. Why isn’t he smiling? “You don’t look like it’s great. What’s wrong? Did something happen?” I ask, sitting up and taking his hand. He gives a small nod. “Yeah, there was another murder.” Bellamy tells me gravely. I squeeze his hand tightly as dread runs through me. This isn’t the first murder and none of the others have led to Bellamy’s face looking like this.

“You’re fine. Bellamy…he is dead, right? Or did you banish him?” The Beta snorted. “Dead. Took two of our good guys with him too.” “Nearly three.” Pete glared at him. “He’s dead - dead though. Pulled him into pieces. Bel wasn’t as good of a fighter as he thought. He was good at ordering others. A one-on-five fight, he would lose every time. It was just a matter of how long it took.” Nodding, I patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. Just wanted to make sure he wouldn’t pop up again.”

Darkness. A heavy, endless void. Then voices broke through it. “Get away from her, Theron! Step back!” “Hold him down! Inject the sedative now!” Bellamy barked over the rattle of heavy chains. “Talia, clear the perimeter!” A deep agonizing roar tore through the darkness. “Her heart stopped, Bellamy!” Devon shouted. “The monster killed her!” “She’s not dead, Beta,” Bellamy replied sharply. “He pulled back before his fangs broke the skin. A Lycan cannot mark a dead soul.”