Coolest Ways To Die Novels & Stories

"Well these 'Toys' are used to give someone a brutal death. Thier are so many ways you can kill someone brutally. We have different levels of machines depending on person's deed. Starting from basic to horrendous ways of dying. Like have you heard about peeling of human skin and putting the body on fire, cutting the head, electrocuting someone, inserting pins in the whole body-" I raise my hand in order to stop him as my eyes widened. What the hell did I just heard? I don't need all that information but I could be assure that William was dying a really bad death today because even his basic package would be horrifying for William. "Let's go with the medium level but first I need to talk to W

he said as he pulled me into his arms. I sucked in a breath of pain and he eased me back against the bed. “But, you’re dead?” I asked in confusion. He closed his eyes and frowned. “I should have educated you better on all the ways immortals could be killed.” He opened his eyes and looked at me in shame. “There are only two ways to kill an immortal: decapitation and incineration, and some immortals are even immune to lava.” I looked around the room to see Persephone, Siri, Loki, Ash, Jade, Al, and my birth mother. “You must be Hilda,” I said as I looked at her.

I rounded the corner once again till I was back to her side, passing her one of the glasses. "My version of living is doing whatever the fuck I want. Everyone dies eventually, and not always from a liver failure." My gaze settled pointedly on her. The men before me are quite notorious for dying in far more gruesome ways. It'd only be a pleasure. "You mean your version of living is succumbing to your body's every desire, even if it's bound to kill you?" I lifted my glass to my lips, pausing to meet her defiant sea-blue eyes. "Usually, my body knows exactly what it wants. And right now, it's a curious blonde that doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut. Drink up."

I always pictured my death being an epic display of bravery and vigor, filled with explosions, bullets, and Satan personally welcoming me into the blazing gates of hell for my service here on Earth. But I couldn’t imagine a better way to die than with Ace wrapped in my arms, listening to his vulgar jokes, and exchanging I love yous before we breached the chasm of the unknown. His undeniable willingness to jump out of a plane without a parachute just to die beside me was his last and final grandiose gesture of unconditional love.

"Give up! If you continue to struggle, you will not be able to escape death. You will die! You have already angered us enough. If you continue, you will only bring about your own destruction... ... oh, although you can do whatever you want, we will not let you off. You are still a dead man! However, if you cooperate with us obediently, you can still choose how to die!" "Yeah, there are thousands of ways to die! If you choose a suitable way to die, it will be a happy thing! While we are in a good mood, it is better to cooperate with us obediently than to completely irritate us and die without a burial place or an intact body! You don't look like a fool, and you should understand how to choose

After returning from the kitchen with seconds, her face paled as she heard her friends mentioning the suicides from the previous day. "What do you mean "unnatural"?" one of her friends asked Sophie. "Well from what I heard, they all killed themselves in horribly gruesome ways. Supposedly, one them drowned himself in boiling water, another stabbed himself to death, and the third gutted and then hanged himself."

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.”

A thing may have a name, but more often than not, peeling back the political correctness to reveal the nasty honesty beneath was healthier. So this was death row. If the men and women within it avoided their intervention, well, then they would become zombies. Or bone eaters. Or smilers. And they, the five, were Crowners. That sounded a lot healthier than ‘End of Life Policy Counselors’, which was what it said on their tax returns.

"No, that's too risky, Riley. The police might find out." "No one is going to find out, because we can make it look like a suicide, or maybe a car brake failure, or even a road accident. There are many ways to do it, and it won't be traced back to " us. "I still don't think we should kill him, Riley. That's a human being right there. We can't just end him like he's some cockroach." "Whatever stands in our way is a cockroach, Junior, and we need to crush them very well so we can be sure they are gone for good and won't be back in our life."

“You’re gonna kill me one of these days.” She laughed quietly against the pillow. “Good way to go, though.” Yeah. Best damn way to die.