Coolest Ways To Die Novels & Stories

He raised his glass. "To the deadies who refuse to stay dead. May you survive what's coming. Or at least die spectacularly." We raised our glasses. "To survival."

My chest burns from lack of air and I watch as I sink further, grass twisted around my ankles keeping me down. What a great way to die. Drowning. Finally a death I deserved.

> I was almost afraid to ask. “Well kids, play time is over. I cut the aorta. Once that is severed bleeding out is pretty instantaneous.” She shrugged. “Alright, clean up! Now my favorite method of clean-up is throwing the dead (or not) rogue into a giant fire. This ensures that any diseases they may have will be destroyed. Also, it is cheaper and easier than to bury them. But... since I can’t get a hot enough fire going now....” I watched as she snapped the silver restraints holding the body up and drug it to the vat. “Acid can work just as well.”

I could hurt his perfectly sculpted face. "Come on, sweetie. Put the glass down. You don't want to die, do you?" he looked at me calmly. "If you want to live, you will put the glass down, go to the bathroom and get ready to land. If not, my people will kill you in a few minutes. So ... you have to decide. The cards are in your hands, baby. What choice will you make? " Damn it. He was good at convincing. And he was right. If I hurt or even killed him, his people would kill me.

I couldn't imagine what might happen if something went wrong at that event. I never expected this. Arianna had stolen everything from me, and still, it wasn't enough for her. She wouldn't even spare my mentor. I was spinning in circles, frantic, helpless. But there was nothing I could do. After all, I was dead. And in the very way I had always feared most. A double death, with a baby inside me. Only, it didn't happen on the hospital's operating table like I had imagined. No, I died in my lakeside cottage, alongside a little kitten who thought it had finally found a home, a new life.

I demanded, becoming irritated. For a few moments we sat in silence, in a staring competition. I glared at him and he finally gave in and sighed. “There are a few ways. The most common way is to remove an essential organ, such as by beheading or tearing out someone’s heart or lungs. Simply injuring the organ doesn’t work, as werewolves can just heal. But removing it completely is a guarantee for death. Another common way is poisoning by wolfsbane. Our pack sometimes shoots darts filled with wolfsbane at enemies to get it into their bodies quickly. But you can also die from eating it or if it’s pushed into an open wound.”

The closeness was to much and the heat wasn't going to be a funny idea. "I can't think of a worst way to die. Death cause by suffocating in a closet ." Foluke said. "We're not going to die." Drew said, fear written all over his face. "I mean, I'd rather die than take the risk of our friends outside finally realizing that we were spying on them." "Get yourself checked." Bisola said. "You'll seriously die in a closet due to suffocation than have a happy life?" "Okay, can we actually try to get out of here? " I said, "Someone ought to have heard the strange noises coming from here."

At first, I was shocked by the large amount of money they put into their stupid bet, but soon the shock was replaced with astonishment by their wild imagination. Death by drowning was, of course, there, and no surprise it was Boris's pick. They also included driving into a ditch, choking on food, even breaking my neck after falling from the stairs, and many other stupid things. It may sound insensible, borderline sadistic to bet on my death, but in their defense, it all happened to me before.

Charlie nodded his head as he laughed and said disdainfully, “I have never believed that there could be a person who could be very courageous no matter what happens!” After that, Charlie looked at everyone who was kneeling in front of him, including Gibson, Gibson’s family, and Max before he said sharply, “I can be very responsible and I can tell you that today will be your death anniversary. None of you will live past today. However, there are many different ways to die. Some methods of death might be very painful and some methods of death might be very fast. Whether it is a fast or painful death would depend entirely on your own performance.”

She would lean against the doorframe in one of my dresses, sometimes holding a glass of wine, sometimes filing her nails, and she would tell me, in the conversational tone of a woman chatting about the weather, about all the ways she planned to dispose of my body when I finally died. "I have been thinking, Mary. There is a property out past the river. Very rural. No one goes there. I could just have you driven out one night and left in a field. The animals would do the rest within a week. There would not be enough left of you to identify." I did not respond. She enjoyed it more when I did not respond. "Or I could have you cremated. There are crematoriums that do not ask questions if you pay