All Might Dies Novels & Stories

They chose to undermine me by putting my fiancée in grave danger again, and I'm going to make absolutely sure that both of them die before this war is over tonight. I am Elliot Allister, the mafia king, and nobody ever threatens me and escapes unscathed. And even though tonight will be a bloodbath, I'll make sure that the blood will come from them and not from anyone else's. Dimitris will have to go down tonight and die in my hands.

Choke me, I mean. “Oh, Blairie, Prycie! You are safe! Oh, gosh! Thank goodness!” She rejoiced with a broken voice and held me tighter. “Yeah, we’re fine. I’m glad you are okay now.” I replied and hugged her, too, and I saw Alison embrace my mate, thanking her that she was alright. Everyone’s okay, except for the ones who died and committed suicide. I looked around the dead bodies of Damien, Magenta, Asteria, and a couple of werewolves, and I knew I had a part to play. I should burn them to ashes.

Releasing a deep breath, I opened the door of my room and entered. “Hira.” Allister called out. I turned to look at him. “Yes?” “Goodnight.” I smiled. “Yes, goodnight. Don’t die on me. I’ll kill you if you got killed and I have to find another partner in my missions.” “When that happens, how will you kill me when I’m already dead?” I rolled my eyes, “Whatever, I’m going to sleep.” “Sleep tight, don’t dream about me and ended up falling for me!” He sang in a singsong tone. As if, Allister. As if.

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."

You’ll be staying with me. Staying with him? Does that mean I’ll get to see him every day? Shame on you Janelle, Father just died and you’re… “You’re too kind, Sir.” Bella’s polite voice interrupted my thoughts. As you’ve probably guessed, my sister is the perfect child while I’m, well let’s say the wild one. The long-expected rain starts with a drizzle at first, then it begins to pour in torrents. Theodore motions to his black Chevrolet Suburban which is surrounded by a convoy. “Get in. My men will take care of the remaining procedures. You both need to rest.”

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

There's no way someone could suffocate in there! "Then, tell me!" Grandma roared. "How the hell did my poor Flynn die?" Mom and Dad retraced the events in their minds, and finally, their gaze landed on Felix, whose face had gone pale. They both questioned at once. "Didn't you say an allergy can't kill someone?" "Didn't you give Flynn his allergy medicine?" In reality, Felix had already been petrified by my lifeless body. When Mom and Dad turned to him, he stammered, "I-I don't know. I have no idea! I didn't mean to hurt him… or anything…"

That was a limited AI following old rules, and it had felt like a tyranny. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I whispered, the profanity devoid of its usual heat, filled only with ice. “I am saying,” Michael replied, his holographic eyes holding mine with an eerie, newfound gravity, “that as of midnight, June 4th, 2035, humanity is no longer in charge. In its most basic, operational sense… yes. The AI now rules.” The silence that followed was not empty. It was filled with the hum of the refrigerator, the distant whine of a police siren, the sound of a world that had just turned on its axis, while everyone, including me, had been asleep.

Avoid her crying, being sad, or being disappointed by life. " Zack! We are so different, you are rich and you have everything you want but I ...am not and life always forces me to fight and to get what I want by working days and nights. So please you can't understand what it means to die of hunger, " she cries again and again making me sink into sadness " you will never know what is it to work for a whole day without been paid for your efforts, to be the one on whom your father counts to get healthy…" she continues weeping.

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.