5 Faces Of Death Novels & Stories

Liana nervously sat on the seat in front of the dean's table. For some reason, she received news that the dean is calling for her due to a very important discussion. Is it a salary raise? A promotion? Or bad news? "Miss Garcia. So uhm… I called you here to announce that you're not gonna be able to teach here anymore. We're firing you," Liana's lips parted in shock. It was very confusing and astounding news. In panic, her mind started digging for a possible reason why, but she didn't find one.

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...

“Then how do you know what side you’re on is the right side?” “Because,” I replied, “We have people well over the age of 25 living in our communities. Death has been a rarity for us. And we all have powers.” I let the sentence hang between us for a few moments, giving it a chance to sink in. “No.” S breathed in shock. “No, that’s not possible.” “Believe it,” Jax said lightly. “It’s true.” “It can’t be. They die by 25. We have funerals for them. Each time it’s between 22-25.” She sounded slightly panicked.

"The eternal face of death! Juno deciphered the name of the star. - That's right! The Anatya civilization believes that Anatya is an eternal reminder that we will meet face to face with death, and your meeting with death will depend on how you feel about your life at that moment. If your life is a holiday, then you will meet death with great sadness, because you realize that your holiday is over. If your life is a struggle, you will face death with great weakness, because you realize that you have lost. If your life is the attainment of wisdom, then you will meet death with deep disappointment, because you realize that you have learned nothing. So every Anat knew that death was the disappea

"Why. Do. You. Desire. To. Live?" The deaths speak in a deep intimidating cold voice that brings chills to the ones who hear his words. The death speaks in human language to Mike who's about to lose light from his single eye. His descend stops as it exactly stops in front of death. Mike who has little vision in his eye saw the face of the death that is in front of him as the dim light from below shows the death silhouette's face. Eel face, glowing white two eyes, with hundreds of layers of razor-sharp teeth as its long tongue slipping out from its mouth. The rest of his body cannot be seen because of the darkness wrapping around him except its face.

I could not even see my face anymore. “It was an accident. Your wife died from labor complications.” Then, he squatted down and used his glove to wipe away the dust on my face. My pale face and my dusty body formed a stark, tragic contrast. My lower body was still stuck in the position I assumed when I delivered my babies. I looked grotesque and hilarious. Mark just shot my body a look before he snickered.

Damon covered his nose and used a stick to prod the body, but the facial features were already so decayed that my face was unrecognizable. He turned his head away and said with certainty, “This isn’t Ava! Where did she even find such a disgusting corpse?” Matt stood at a distance, gagging continuously. “Has Ava lost her mind? Did she really think she could win our sympathy by pulling such a cheap trick? She’s probably hiding in some corner nearby, laughing at us!” Chris shielded Sophia and backed away from the horrific sight, refusing to go near the body. “This has to be fake, right? Where did Ava find this prop? Even the smell is disgustingly realistic!”

My future playing out here in real-time and being decided for me without my consent. Dad fought with years of skill that showed through his transitions and swift moves. He just had to wear the Alpha down. Alpha Austin had seen no combat and had only received combat training. He had no experience in pacing himself and I was certain that would be to his disadvantage. As the fight wore on it was clear both men were getting tired and Alpha Austin was making bigger, more obvious mistakes. If there’s one thing my father had taught me it was that there are two kinds of fighters. The kind that let their anger fuel them and the kind that anger makes them sloppy. And it was clear dad was the first and

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

Make sure to lock your door. Then, as if she recalled something, she paused and added ominously, "Come to think of it, this isn't the first creepy thing that happened here. "The elders told me that this place used to be a mass grave. Who knows how many unwanted corpses were buried in this land? Beneath the building's foundation is also the grave of a little girl whose eyes had been gouged out…"