Coolest Ways To Die Novels & Stories

"I've come to reign with an everlasting peace, and all creatures, mortal and immortal, shall bow to me!" "Hitler said the same thing, but do you know how he died?" Monica suddenly retrieved her acidic tongue. "He committed suicide after losing at Waterloo. Count Dracula had similar intentions, but where is he now? Thousands of feet below the earth crust you and I walk on, languishing in the flames of hell for all eternity. You're going to fail at this. I can taste your defeat on my tongue. And you know what? It's fucking sore."

The sound of water in the distance, makes me feel like I’ve wandered into some secret of the ocean. When I turn toward a far wall and see what I know to be tombs, I gasp and cover my mouth with my free hand. I knew that humans buried their dead in different ways, though shifters don’t do it. We burn our dead, returning their ashes to the earth. Freeing some in the wind.

There are ways of dying that do not end in funerals. Types of death you can not smell. -Unknown. |I R I S| I have heard so may times that your entire life flashes in front of your eyes when you are close to death. And, now when I stay right there, at the exact same point, I believe it.

“Let us take turns stabbing him!” “Boil him in hot oil!” “Amputate his body parts!” “Burn him on a stake!” Various aggrieved individuals in the crowd screamed out the different ways they would like to see Kai killed and I wished I could kill him in every single one of the gruesome ways they’d suggested just for the fun of it. “Silence!” I commanded as I rose to my feet and the huge crowd fell silent immediately.

The former thought I still have a lot to do so I need to live while the latter sulked in the corner with her hands on her face. But hey, at least they die happy. "Hey, you're classmates with these teens, right?" Someone talked to me, a man with a black umbrella and a big black coat. I casually shrugged and turned on the photos again. "I don't know them." What seemed to be the happiest night turned into a disaster... for them... I'm still happy. They die with gowns on so I think that's better than dying naked. Call me heartless but if I die I want to be beautiful even if I get burned and turn into ashes.

It was a man’s, “There is always a way to push everyone out of the way.” “How?” The elder chuckled dryly, “There are a hundred ways to die.”

It’s probably better that no one else knows. This is one of the most embarrassing ways I can think of dying. I’m being bitten in inappropriate places by vision little armchairs. August would be so ashamed of me. I’m sure he’d have figured out a better way of dealing with the chair if he was here, like sitting back down.

"We have a winner! You’re going to slit your wrists." I looked at her, horrified. "That’s *horrible*." "That’s the point," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "At least that way, you’ll die slowly. Trust me, it’s way better than all the others. Have you tried hanging? *Ugh.* I’m telling you, slashing your wrist is the best way out of this." I swallowed, my mind scrambling for something—anything—to say. Meanwhile, she was already moving on to logistics.

She has a quick reflex, incredible aptitudes, and she has different skills. Even if they managed to outsmart her with their teamwork, they still can't beat a necromancer. I have heard and read about necromancers. They had dark power and could kill without leaving any trace. An example is a white substance she blew at us earlier. Not only that, a necromancer can make you burn alive with just a spell. They can make maggots emerge in your body and make different insects you haven't seen before eating your liver, kidney, intestines, and all your organs from the inside without you knowing. They have unlimited power to the extent that they can poison your blood, food, or anything that belongs to y

“ the sea will definitely carry you away from this world. You will get no grave, no funeral. No one will cry for you. ” “ Stop saying such horrible things to me. ” She hissed, forgetting her misery and getting angry instead. “ Why choose such a difficult death when you can take a shot of any poison and kill yourself easily? That will create less of a ruckus, don’t you think? You can even go in front of Tyson and tell him you are dying because of him to guilt-trap him into regretting your death for the rest of his life. Isn’t that a better idea than to die silently and so painfully like a loser? ” I suggested even when I knew she would possibly choose the loser option. Most of the people did.