Who Killed Rex Lapis Novels & Stories

The Alpha hesitated. Ash found Rex in the war chamber, standing over the great stone map table. Blood had been cleaned from his skin, his wounds bound, but the darkness in his eyes was untouched. “She wasn’t choosing him,” Ash said carefully. “She was stopping the slaughter.” Rex didn’t respond. “She trusted you to come after her,” Ash continued. “That matters.” Rex’s hands curled slowly into fists. “He touched her.” Ash sighed. “Yes.” “And he thinks he can keep her.”

It only took us a half an hour to kill everyone, bloods dripping on the ground soil, spilling over the green color of the grass. No screams are heard for all of them are dead. A deadly massacre instituted by the Tri-Alpha. And her. Alpha Riley lunged at Victoria. Her body is trembling, blood is visible as it drips over her face. Fuck. I think I just came seeing her bathing with someone’s blood. She looks so fucking hot right now and forbid me if I wanted to own her. “ Burn them down,” he murmurs making me stilled. I growled and pushed him away from her but a set of arms pinned me down on the ground.

William's voice was thick with tears when he stammered, "W-We traveled back in time again?" "This is the second time," Leon mumbled, frowning and looking somber. "We have to come up with a plan this time. We can't let him kill us again," I said while sinking down on the couch and letting out a deep sigh. The three of us got lost in our thoughts, trying to find a link between our two deaths. It was obvious that the deliveryman's target was the person who placed the delivery order. He killed William, Leon, and me because we weren't the people he was looking for. The question was—who was his target?

On July first, 2001, Max Donovan and Dale Daniels discovered dead in their homes. Victim’s kidneys and liver removed. Justice Complex police department closed its facility. Jennifer’s body battered. They removed her organs and mutilated her head. Revenge toward Jennifer was real. Xavier Robertson used the concealed name Stanley Edwards. It was a great cover up for his misdeeds as one executioner. Xavier Robertson, an American patient under the early care of a psychiatric in Russia, diagnosed with DID, Dissociative Identity Disorder, also went by the name of Logan.

"The killer is back." I kept my face still. "What killer? Who? What happened?" She looked at me like I was the only person in the world who could save her. "Felix. Felix is dead." I let my face fall. Confusion. Shock. The face of someone hearing terrible news for the first time. "Which Felix?" I asked, even though I already knew. She shook her head, crying harder. "Felix Rivers. The pack's financial advisor. He's dead. He was found, torn to pieces at a run down hotel"

I gunned it straight toward them. The first biker came up fast, gun in hand. I swerved hard, clipping his back wheel. He spun out, crashing into the guardrail. Luca darted to the side, firing a shot that sent the second rider tumbling into the ditch. The third biker raised his weapon — and that’s when I recognized the face under the helmet. Rex. Bishop’s right-hand man. The one who’d cornered Saint the night he died. He fired, bullets shattering the van’s windshield. I ducked, glass slicing across my cheek.

Rex said with an angry and shocked tune in his voice, "Dad, what have you done? Now how would I know about the murderer about my family! Liam knew everything and now he is dead. What will I do now!" Leo Taylor sat there on the ground listening to the words of Rex. Leo Taylor didn’t imagine all these. He didn’t know what was happening there.

I wanted to go tell Agnar about it, but Rex thinks it's better this way since it's just our word against hers and the evidence we had wasn't even proof enough since it was gotten from a rogue. When Agnar assigned him to help attack the Lycan prince and Katya, he suspected foul play, and I decided to go talk with Agnar before it was too late. I tried a couple of times to gain an audience with him, but he wasn't in his best mood. When I finally caught him in the office alone, that tramp showed up like she knew why I wanted to see him. When I saw Rex lying on the floor, dead and ripped in most places, my heart broke in two. I blamed myself for keeping quiet and allowing that manipulating bitch

I watched all of them play and being the oldest then, I would drive down to their school after I was done for the day and pick them up. I had sneaked back into New Kingston under the cover of another name but then, no more! For two months now, I have been doing a thorough investigation on Rex King but then, there was absolutely nothing there but on a second note, I knew why he was here. He was here for one person and that person was his current personal assistant, Elena Toussaint, and that was the only issue he had with Liam for trying to take advantage of Elena. I went through the footage and Rex King never left his apartment that day which led me down to the big question, "Why would someon

"Well, there are a total of—" Before Rex could even finish, a sudden gunshot echoed through the air. A bullet hole had materialized in the center of Rex's forehead. Blood spurted out of his mouth, and his entire body fell backward, off the edge of the roof, like a limp ragdoll. Thud! With a thundering crash, he landed on the ground below, dead. Liam's expression darkened. He could be certain now that the mastermind was nearby and had overheard their every word, but it did not matter because now he knew who was behind this—Ayden!