Books Read Before Die Novels & Stories

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.

He chuckled, removing his hand slowly, taking a step back, not before noticing how she sighed. He smiled faintly at her flushed reactions and glanced at her book again. “If you continue to read tales like these, you might fall for someone you shouldn’t and your Prince will die just like the hero of your story.” He whispered, offering her the book back, but it made her gasp. “He dies?!” She asked in disbelief, making an almost crying face. “Yeah, you haven’t read it yet? It’s an old tale, there are many new novels and with a happily ever after too.” Randall shrugged, picking his shirt from the bed and wearing it.

She threw Vivian's Antabulam at her and Vivian caught it "See for yourself" Vivian slowly opened the book. Surprisingly, the book wasn't wet in the rain. The pages were dry. She looked inside while flipping the pages. There were so many names in it but not Ethan's" She took a sigh of relief. "But...Why didn't I hear the bells of the book?" She asked "Death took it with him. He has been doing his duties and yours together. Just so that you could make your second life worth it." Fate leaned towards her and flipped the last page of writings "Was it worth it?" She smirked. Vivian looked at it with surprise. Her eyes were about to pop out.

“Sophia will die before sunrise.” Lucien’s face hardened. “No.” The Devil King stepped forward. “We destroy the page.” Death shook her head. “It’s not the page.” Everyone looked at her. “The page is only displaying what has already been decided.” Sophia stared at her. “By whom?” Death looked toward the ceiling. “The Reader.” The Reader Seraphina suddenly spoke. “I’ve seen them before.” Sophia turned. “Where?” Seraphina’s eyes became distant. “Before I became your daughter.”

There are only ten minutes left in the college entrance exam when the back door of the classroom bursts open. My best friend, Isaac Powell, kicks it in. He grabs me by the back of my collar, drags me out of the hall, and shoves me into a black SUV idling at the curb. "Are you insane? That was the college entrance exam!" I yell. "Is an exam more important than your life? The students in that room… are probably all dead by now!" Before I can respond, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Notifications flood the class group chat. "@Trevon, the proctor is looking for you." "@Trevon, did you forget about the party after the test?" "@Trevon, where the hell did you go?" My stomach drops as I

Not for a long time. Why is this happening? Tears began sliding down my cheeks as I prayed that it was empty, that all the bodies inside were dead. My hand shook as I reached out and slid my card through the reader, then entered in the six-digit code. There was no pause in his stride as he entered, only a cool, deadly killer. Meticulous. Three snaps. Cheryl. Dr. Mitchell. Micah. They all slumped to the ground. My stomach dropped. An explosion of screams was held in by the coiling suffocation around my chest. Squeezing. Choking.

“Oh, but I read it in Richelle's book, when you and Damon went home, too.” “Okay,” Amoux hesitated when he gazed at me. He cleared his throat after he took a breath. His eyes weren't in focus like he was nervous, and he wanted to tell me. “That night when we got Richelle's book, I learned that Richelle died because of a disease. It's the disease that makes the healer die without knowing it.” My face wrinkles when it feels like everything that he says is still loading inside of my brain. I shook my head and faked my laugh.

A week before our wedding, Damian Hale threw me a pre-wedding party at his family's private racetrack. His racing partner, Sienna Belmont, tossed a set of car keys into my lap. "Every bride should take a spin, right?" I wanted to refuse, but Damian slung an arm around me and said with a laugh, "It's just for fun. Sienna will show you around the track. You'll be fine." I let my guard down. But when I reached the third turn, I hit the brakes. Nothing happened. The car crashed through the barrier. My spine snapped, leaving me in a wheelchair. Three months later, I saw Sienna walk out of Damian's bedroom wearing my engagement ring. All he had to say was, "Avery, I need a wife who can stand besid

She kind of looked like a demon. Carefully as not to startle her, he settled on the opposite side of their table and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking for?" The books she stacked on the table caught his attention. "'The Expanded History of Death'," he read the titles aloud, "'Funerals through the Ages'. 'Life after Death: the Existence of the Afterlife'. 'Creatures of the Night'. Are you trying to know more about Hellborns and the Underworld?" Calix was a lot of things, but unfortunately, he wasn't thick, Kat lamented. "Yes."

That was until I opened the book that was on the table and the whiff of something metallic hit me like a freight train. It wasn’t fresh, but it was unmistakable. Blood. I opened the first page and let out a shaky breath of shock for what had to be the tenth time since I had been in this room. “This is the diary of Amanda Crossfield. Should you come across this book while I am deceased, please read it. The dead have nothing to fear. If I am still alive, proceed no further. I will flay your skin in the open sun and coat your exposed insides with honey.”