5 Faces Of Death Novels & Stories

I had been planning to be at the West Mountain Pack anyway to celebrate Lily’s 14th birthday. As a doctor, death is not a foreign concept for me. The reality of my job is that I regularly encounter dying or deceased werewolves, and I work with a lot of grieving families. It is not uncommon in either the human or werewolf worlds to paint the dead with rose-colored glasses. For example, I have regularly seen drunken, abusive a&&holes eulogized as caring, dedicated fathers.

I am more fun than Amber was, aren't I? Matthew stared blankly at Beth. Right before everyone else, he grabbed her by her neck forcefully. "Fuck off. You are the one who should be dead! You are just a fucking whore who strips in public. You're even less than a silicone doll. "How dare you compare yourself to Amber, let alone try to take her place?" The werewolves around them were in an uproar. They had just found out the actual reason behind why I had taken my own life out of nowhere.

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.

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

She knew that I would have an emotional break down when I saw my parents' lifeless bodies. My parents were both handsome and still had beautiful faces even though they were just a cold corpse. A great makeup artist arranged of my parents' dead body so they looked like they were just sleeping while wearing makeup. My mommy's lips even seemed to smile a little. Maybe she's happy because my eyesight came back.

Death says I pout rolling my eyes, "I don't want to go to hell," "Of course you do," he says wrapping his arms around my shoulders before waving to Mika and snapping us back to the Ocean. "Aw look at them," Hera gushes I elbow Death while he's off guard and he immediately lets go of me leaning against the wall, "That was unnecessary," "You do not need to hug me," I reply, although I slightly miss the warmth he provided me "Yeah, okay, let's pretend like you didn't like it," He replies with the rise of an eyebrow

"I grew up nearby. I don't know which saint it belongs to, but the elderly in my family said that this shrine is really magical. Be careful what you wish for or promise in front of the saint because it will come true." 'Zach, you would do anything to get me. I bet you never thought that all those sweet promises that you made back then were the reason that got you killed and gave me another life.'

She has never seen this face in this lifetime — it has never appeared in any document, any archive record, any network file she has accessed across three years of research — but she knows it with every death memory she carries from every previous one because it is the face that is always last, always at the furthest edge of the scene, always present in the final seconds of every death she has ever died, watching with the patience of someone observing an outcome they designed. Twelve times she has died with this face at the edge of her vision. She grabs Dorian's arm. He looks at the phone and she watches his face in the light of the screen and what happens to it is not the professional filing

He had already read it front to back and then skipped around in the middle a few times rereading parts of it. “You didn’t sign a prenuptial agreement did you?” He glanced up at her. “No. The Death Contract covered all of that.” “Well according to this the Death Contract is void because the divorce is presented by Mr. Maxwell.” “Oh…” Meredith wasn’t really sure what that meant. “Meri… You get half of everything. All assets, all income, all retirement, Meri this is rather unprecedented for such a short marriage. The only thing you do not have any claim to according to this is his inheritance.”

Yes, Ana made him feel things and Margaret is who he considered to be his unfortunately timed soulmate, but the absence of the exaggerated melodrama had only been experienced by him with Ali. So, it was such a slap back to reality for him to experience his death first-hand. The worst part is, he was expecting his death from the backburners of his brain. He couldn’t just be 100% fully be present at those moments and just listened to his prophecies. He should’ve just broken the glass ball telling him to shine a light to the dim future and just saved all those numbers for the rainy day that has come. “I have seen so many people die, a lot from my point-of-view. And I thought I’d be desensitized