A 1000 Ways To Die Novels & Stories

Dang it. End of chapter 100

That's when I smiled. Looks like she's the Guardian of Soul of these centuries. The 2000th centuries, Guardian of Soul. "Dean, please listen to me. Don't go to your office just for today." That's when I gasped for breath. In fact, no matter what a person does to avoid their death, nothing will happen, he will not die today. He will also die the next day because that is the design of death. They would just give the death compiler a lot of work for what they were doing and they would bother us, who still had to hunt for fifteen souls per day and ten at night. Let's say we don't sleep and rest but don't they know that it took a long time to make death notes and reports to be forwarded to the mi

The knockers at her door were there by the thousands, dribbling over one another, clambering for fresh bones to suck the marrow from. A generation of the dead looking for somewhere to die. Emily ran at them, bat— (machete) —raised. Her grunts were muffled by flying scalps, dried dust blood clouds. Her daughter’s present snapped jaws from necks, sent eyeballs flying into the sky in nightmarish home runs. Emily swung, over and over again, granting them all the relief they so desperately wanted, until she was doused red from head to toe. Her own private genocide.

Talk about 1000 ways to die. Erica looked towards the body on the floor forgetting to check on the skriller she stabbad outside. "Thump" "thump" these two sounds gave Erica biggest hope she has ever had. A chance to fix a mistake that's more or less hers. The boy on the floor is alive, he is dying but for the moment he was . And that's all she needs. A beating heart with flowing blood.

*** ~~Amara~~ *** How can you kill someone in the most torturous and painful way possible? Gut him with a knife? No, too easy. Throw him in a pot of boiling oil?Hmm, fair enough. Break his kneecaps, toss him to some wild beasts and watch in relish as they shread and scrap his bones to pieces? Well, Maybe. "There are one thousand ways to die, Lan," I groaned, anger brewing inside me as I stared at him with churning rage, "But you choose one."

Before I die, I'm taking you with me. Nathan's gaze flickered to the knife in her hand, and he gulped. "Let me go. I'll find the best doctors in the world to treat you." Trinity let out a hysterical laugh. "Too late. Go to hell." With that, she plunged the blade into his stomach and carved out both kidneys. I turned away, drifting out of the warehouse. I didn't dare look back. Nathan's agonized screams echoed in my ears. A single tear slipped down my cheek before it vanished into nothing.

That night, my storage room was still as cold, dark, and hopeless as ever. Eric would never come to a place like this. I didn’t toss and turn, unable to sleep anymore. Instead, I curled up tightly, gathering my strength to escape. At first light, I slipped out to the black market, trying to find a way to leave. I found a rough-looking broker. I traded a silver chain my mother had left me for a fake ID. As dusk fell, I left the little shop. I walked over to a bakery that was about to close, hoping to buy some day-old bread to fill my stomach.

Alicia deliberately stomped on the ashes with her heels, sneering as she declared, "I can't believe you resorted to such deplorable tricks just to avoid lending the money, Gregory? You think that stuffing some random ashes into a stupid vase is enough to—" At that moment, Alicia's phone started ringing. Once she took the call, a panicked voice cried out, "Alicia! We just received the official notice from the Fangorian court. Your mother-in-law was killed by the kidnappers three days ago. They even uploaded a video of her murder to the dark web!" "What did you say?" Alicia exclaimed.

"Ten percent, Evelyn. Maybe fifteen if your heart stays strong through the first cycle. It won't cure you. But it could buy you an extra year. Maybe two." "An extra year," Arthur repeated, the words sounding massive in the quiet library. He walked over to the side of the sofa, looking down at her. "Evelyn, a year is... we can do a lot in a year." "A year of hospitals, Arthur," Evelyn said, her voice dropping to a whisper. She looked at her palette of paints sitting on the side table, the fresh blues and grays she had only just started to use. "A year of nausea and machines. I spent three years being a ghost in this house. I don't want to spend my last days being a ghost in a clinic in Switze

“Alright, obviously you are happy with your life. But for me, the possibility of alternative realities always makes me ponder, if I made a different choice back then, my life can somehow be better. Like what if my mom was right? What if I did sin? What if by making bad choices at that night ——like wear the skirt that night——I gave you ideas so you assaulted me. ” “You are reading too much into this, Miss Irwin. Never think about alternatives. Don’t glorify the shit that didn’t happen. ” I scoff. “For example, if you were born into a loving biological parent, sure, you probably would never have to deal with me. But still, you would have to deal with the other third-world bullshit. It’s always