Who Dies In Breaking Dawn 2 Novels & Stories

I search her face, study every inch. This is what I’ll come back to, what I’ll remember if things get mixed up in the Goddess’s plane. Once Aspen moves away, Hazel takes her place. Her hands land on my chest, and her eyes close. “I still think we should have told Liam.” Mia whispers to my side, placing her hand gently on my shoulder, as the world starts spinning. “He has enough to worry about right now.” Dallas says, coming up behind Mia to watch me die. The world spins faster, and all I know is the last face I see before I die is not Dallas’s. I turn my head, looking for her, my mate.

Sarah's followers appeared to have vanished, while she lay prone on the stage, the stake driven deeply into her skull through her eye socket. Amidst the turmoil, Bella managed to catch sight of Darian. A faint tingling sensation stirred within her chest. She tried to lift her head, though her efforts proved futile. His gaze locked onto hers, his snarl accompanied by blood and gore dripping from his stained muzzle. Standing amidst the gruesome aftermath of dismembered vampires, it dawned on her that he had single-handedly annihilated every last one of them. All, except for the two figures left upon the stage—her and Victor. Holding her close, Victor's lips curled back into a snarl of warning

Suddenly, a loud roar cuts through the stillness, disquieting me as Dora grips my hand for support. "What is happening?" I manage to ask, confusion threading through my voice. A woman rushes toward me, wailing and clutching her head. She collapses at my feet, heedless of the scuffed stones beneath her knees. "M-mother?" I stutter, recognizing my mother-in-law as her hat tumbles away. She seizes my dress tightly, panic etched across her features. "Dora, quickly. Let’s help her up—” "He’s dead. Tobias is dead. The Lycan king killed him, and he’s coming for us too."

‘But we will be twenty in less than two days. Katniss’s smile completely vanishes. She sits up straight on the bench, her eyes widening as the math clicks in her head. “Wait... less than two days? Kyle, the final match of the Dance of the Dead takes place in exactly two days from now.” I nod, my jaw tightening as I stare into the bubbling water. “Gracious Cessi,” Katniss whispers, her face turning pale. “That means Olivia will be fighting a death battle against the Ripper Ghost on her twentieth birthday. That is brutal.”

she said and walked away I looked back at Bella's body "No, this can't be happening, I.... I still have a lot of things to tell you Bella, you cannot die just yet, you cannot die!" I cried Brie's POV I saw Bella's body on the ground and I managed to stand up My face was covered in blood and I could barely see well I wanted to cry but I had to be strong "How dare you kill her!!!" I yelled as I superspeed towards Audrey to fight her again

Caspian’s eyes widened as several werewolves rushed in toward him. Footsteps galloped toward Caspian, someone shouting to the other, asking for help, and saying something about dying. Caspian smiled weakly. He ends up just like Cooper, dying at the hands of Zed. At least Caspian could die peacefully because he already knew who killed his best friend. Even though the reality he got was so bitter. Ah, no. There was one more thing he wanted to confirm before leaving this world. Is Elora safe? Can they save her?

None of them had anything to say to me. With pride, I left the arena with Thelma, ending the gathering. When my sorceress and I went inside, the first question I asked was of Dean. “Is he really dead?” “Yes,” she confirmed, increasing my fear. “There’s no link between that Dark blood and the vampires, but Dean’s death was caused by Cadell. No single scent of the attacker around the scene, and you know well that his darkness neutralizes such evidence,” Thelma shared. I felt my heart ache at this horrible information. No wonder he didn’t report back to me yesterday. And I didn’t even bother to contact him to know how the mission was going.

“If they wanted to do that, they would have interfered.” “But others might?” Jericho nods. “Yes, maybe. I doubt it though.” “So we're wrong? We're just being paranoid, right?” “No. I just don’t think it’s worth spending all that energy on what ifs. It may happen, but odds are it won’t. We’ll cross that bridge when and if we get to it.” He’s probably right. It’s not worth it to worry this much over something we can't control. “I heard from the Deltas at Breaking Dawn,” Jericho says. “Adele died this morning. Without Harriet’s longevity potions, she faded quickly.”

For a long, long time. Long enough that the conversation between the two men ended. Long enough to see Maxwell's body finally give out, collapsing forward. And the moment he fell, her empty, hollow chest clenched so tightly it almost felt like it might shatter. She didn't understand why it hurt so much to see him fall. The other man—the one called Dr. Willow—sighed, pulled out his phone, and called someone to take away the broken, unrecognizable remains for cremation. As the flames consumed her bones, Zoey felt her very soul burning.

Is this how he is going to kill his brother? Laelia fell to the floor the stake wedged into her chest before she shriveled up to nothing. I couldn’t find it in me to feel bad for her, she had tried to kill me twice. Her death was the only one I didn’t feel badly about. Zac knelt in front of his brother, I couldn’t hear what he said but his brothers gaze flicked to me, Zac gripped his shoulder and to my horror plunged his hand into Zayden’s chest ripping his heart out crushing it in his hand. I turned to Bella unable to watch anymore, she squeezed my hand before whispering into my ear.