Book Life Or Death Novels & Stories

Liora was able to return the first set of books we took and also steal the actual biographies, and then we escaped back to the room. "We laughed over it… mostly about the moment Liora had frozen mid-step when the librarian turned around, grabbing my arm so hard I nearly dropped everything. I was so tired by the time we got back that I just slept off. It was evening when I woke up, and Liora was still knitting. She had made a fresh batch of pancakes. I joined the party quietly, reading the books. “So, she was killed by one of the five factions, but it wasn't stated which.” I said, finishing one of the three books.

"Shortly after her death. If you wish to end us, I believe you must know us first." "Why would you knowingly give this to me?" The book weighed less than it looked, though the book cover was thick as hell. "We are tired, Niall. There is nothing left for us in this world. There is nothing to hold on to." He said casually. “It would be nice to have an end.”

He let out a throaty laugh. “You!” I am embarrassed with his joke. Although, that gives me an idea. “Ma’oz, I remember my mother told me a story about the book of Life and Death being found in the Demon World. Is that true?” Ma’oz pauses for a moment. “Well…yes. How did she know?” “No idea. She told me it was a story she read as a child.” “I see. Why do you want the book of Life and Death?” “Well…” I fiddle with the idea of telling him a fib. Yet I don’t think he would believe me.

Don was quiet for a long time. The kitchen was quiet around them. The birds outside — the May birds, busy with nesting and feeding and singing — provided a background of sound that was so familiar it was almost silent. The kettle clicked as it cooled. The clock on the wall ticked. Don said: "The five books are about this life." Caroline said: "Yes." Don said: "Then the five books will continue being written as long as life continues." Caroline said: "Yes. The four written books are the arguments arrived at. The fifth — the living — continues. The living is the ongoing fifth book. Every journal entry. Every ordinary morning. Every quince harvest and foxglove spring and Thursday walk. The fift

To live, you have to die. Like all things born of fire and the moon, This story will begin at the end. What the hell did I just read? Was this book telling me that I would have to kill myself to gain life? As I read and reread the words, I felt a hole in my heart. There was no doubt, but I also couldn't understand how I could come to life after... leaving. I looked around the room, amazed. “Rhea,” I called my wolf. “What is this book asking me to do?” For the first time, she was as perplexed as I was.

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey. My thoughts returned to the day of the accident. The surgery was successful, bringing an end to my tragic life.

She has just left Physis' office after their conversation and she knows she can't do anything to the young man, because it will reflect on the book of life; which the Queen would know. The book of life, as the name suggested, is a collection of all life that has been born in this world; may it be a mystical being or a human, all of it are recorded there. It is also located in the farthest part of the royal family, one that only the Queen would know where to enter and exit. Parie did it once, disobeying the law of mature, and it is a good thing that she only got two years of probation from it. For Parie, those years are like a breeze and before she knows it, she was released.

Apart from the gifts I had given her in the past, I found nothing that belonged to me. When she was taken away by the coroners, the only thing she had on was a thin nightgown. There was no way she had been carrying anything else on her. The same ominous question came back to me—Was it truly her in the first place? All the recent deaths were too much for me to handle. I propped my hands against Sybille’s desk and felt a metallic scent fill my mouth before throwing up a mouthful of blood. My blood splattered against the cover of a book. It was a copy of “The Book of the Dead” I had lent her.

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.