1st To Die Novels & Stories

The woman smiled faintly. “Because I am you.” Elaine shook her head immediately. “No.” “You are Timeline Seven.” Fear crawled deeper into her chest. “What?” The woman’s eyes softened sadly. “And I was Timeline One.” The world stopped. Elaine’s breath caught sharply. No. No no— “You died.” “Yes.” “You’re dead.” “Technically.” Elaine felt physically sick. Timeline One. The original Elaine. The first death. The first fracture. The beginning of everything. The woman watched her carefully.

I stood there for hours, praying to die. Until my neighbor, Mr. Collins, came in the morning to look for Jack. I don't remember exactly what happened. I remember waking up the next day in the hospital. I hated the fact that I was still alive and Jack didn't. I wanted to die more than anything. They had killed my whole life. One shot changed everything. One night changed my life completely. It took more than 6 months before I was able to shake off the incident. I had nightmares every night.

"Fiona is dead." * * *

“Let us remind you, we are the First Ones. We are before you were. Our word is law. The hybrid will die and there’s nothing you can do about it.” **********

All of them were looking at the body on the ground with a sad and indignant look on their faces. “Number four!” The First Elder flew down and directly knelt in front of the Fourth Elder. “Number four! Why…Why did you die such a horrible death?! Number four, who was the one that killed you? I will definitely avenge you! We shall definitely avenge you!” The Fourth Elder had a good relationship with the First Elder but no matter how the First Elder called out to him, the Fourth Elder was dead and was no longer breathing. “Who was that? Could it really be somebody from the Nine Armies who’s at the ninth-grade ultimate god-level?” Edward had a cold expression on his face and he felt extremely bad

There seems to be something wrong. The last thing I remember was ... Oh, no! What is the last thing I remember? I closed my eyes to think carefully about what was happening. Dad died, that was the first thing I remember. I cried a lot and blamed myself for what happened, after that, I thought ... I was stunned when I realized something.

"Impossible. It's all fake.... How could it be possible that he didn't die? On the contrary, one of the supreme elders was killed. All of them are fake!" "Oh my god, is today really the day when our door is destroyed?" "First Elder, what do you think we should do... Eh? Where is First Elder?"

The first Alpha suddenly stepped forward. "You left us." The entire rooftop froze. Nobody spoke to this thing. Nobody challenged it. But the first Alpha did. The giant eye slowly turned toward him. Recognition flickered. "The first." Pain crossed the Alpha's face. "Do you know how many died?" Silence. The voice answered calmly. "Yes." The simplicity of the answer was horrifying. The first Alpha's hands clenched. "Then why?" The sky grew quiet. For several seconds— nothing happened. Then the voice replied.

”people can choose whether to die. Sophia’s eyes widened. “That’s impossible.” Death shook her head. “Not anymore.” The First Immortal Suddenly someone screamed in the distance. Everyone turned. A man was standing in the middle of the city. He had been dead for centuries. Yet he was alive. People gathered around him. He smiled. “I chose not to die.” Another corpse rose. Then another. Then thousands. The dead began returning. The Devil King looked at Death. “Can you stop this?” Death shook her head.

Just when she was offering her last prayers to the river goddess, she thought her water broke. It can’t be! She panicked. She was unusually big for someone whose baby was only a six-month-old fetus. She clutched her stomach in pain and was filled with remorse for wanting to end the little one’s life when she thought about killing herself. How could she forget him? She knew it was a boy. She chanted under her breath, distracting herself from the pain that pierced through her body with each contraction. The waters of the Nile shuddered at the sound of the baby’s first cry. The moon emerged out of the clouds wanting to take a peek at the newborn; the first alpha.