Who Died In Power Book 2 Novels & Stories

Blood gushed. Conrad’s eyes swiftly lost focus. The lingering glimmers were his thoughts for his daughter. “Vivian, I can’t protect you anymore. You have to take care of yourself from now on…” Slowly, his consciousness faded. The death of his wife had always been the nail in his heart. He would not have stepped down from power otherwise. Now, he could finally reunite with his wife in the afterlife. Conrad’s lifeless body fell to the ground. The First War God of Florence, the prestigious man who was known as the Twin Star together with the Wolf King, was dead.

“In the hospital… he all but told me. He stepped up and took my father’s place. He took my place, while I was sedated in that bed. We never stood a chance that day. He set everyone up. He is the reason my parents are dead. I should have known when only they lost their lives that day. It was targeted.” I say seething. My fists are clenched so tight my knuckles are turning white and I have to reign myself in to keep from clawing myself through my palms. The tears welling in my eyes are threatening to spill and I will them to stay in their place. Nolan has a hand on the small of my back, the sparks dancing along my skin like a calmingly delicious jolt of comfort that tingles all the way to my h

“I don’t know if you heard, there was a death at Zeus two days ago.” “Yes,” he rested his hip against his desk. “Tragic. Were they a client of ours?” “Yes, but Heath…” She hesitated, fidgeting with the file that she held. “The man who died… He was Patrick Carter.” “Oh,” Heath felt as if he had been punched in the guts. “Oh.”

At least he was still able to witness such strength before he died. It was worth dying to see what he had been living for. Trek closed his eyes. "This can't be true. They were just fighting each other, and now, one of them is dying?" "Yeah. Trek Cayman must be prepared to die because he has realized he can't win Chase Collins. Looks like Chase Collins is more powerful than we thought." "That's right. I didn't expect the first fight to have so much bloodshed. Someone is actually going to die."

I say, suddenly regretting asking him the question. "It's okay," he assures me. "I was killed in a raid on a super hideout. The Silver Hunters had received a tip that a group of shifters were hiding out in an abandoned warehouse. I was part of the team that went to investigate. Things escalated quickly, and before I knew it, there was a full-blown battle taking place. I was shot in the chest, and that was it. It was a mistake going there. I was following orders, but that's no excuse. I'll have that on my conscience for eternity."

He asked. “N-no.” I was trying to gather my thoughts and think rationally. “What is the report?” I asked as he started to turn away. “Report?” Peter looked at me confused. “Yes, what is the report?” I looked at him and waited. “Luna… maybe you should…” Peter looked at me like I was crazy. “Give me the fucking report.” I said as I felt the anger build up in me. Peter sighed but nodded. “Alpha Rip is obviously dead. Dar-”

Evelyn Vale looked directly into the security camera for one brief second before the footage ended abruptly. Silence crashed through the office. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. I stared at the frozen screen while something dark and catastrophic unfolded slowly inside my chest. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. Beside me, Elon looked stunned. “Fort…” I barely heard him. Because there was only one thought repeating violently through my head now: Evelyn died two years ago. ELON’S POV Nobody warned me rich people had this many resurrection subplots. The silence inside the office felt suffocating after the video ended.

She had used them to track my route. Because I had gone out without a guard detail that day, she got close enough to fire. For security reasons, I was taken back to the Project that same night. The next morning, my grandfather called. Cassian had died on the table. Before he lost consciousness for the last time, he asked the attendants to burn the postcards with him. I said nothing. After I ended the call, I opened the window. Outside, spring light was bright and golden. The trees were full. The world had already moved on.

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

Countless memories flickered through my gaze, until only the faintest shadow remained—something akin to weariness, or perhaps nostalgia. "Of course, I love him. Otherwise, why would I remain by his side over the past 10 years? We've practically been through hell together. But love and power are completely two different things. Love can ease the pain in life, but power helps you to survive. One can live without love, but will die without power." As soon as I finished speaking, the digital voice of the clock in the living room sounded. John also looked at the message that popped up on his phone and said, "Just received news. The leader of Neworld, Calum Shaw, suddenly passed away. It was said