Countdown To My Death Novels & Stories

He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction. The room fell deathly silent. Everyone waited, holding their breath for the final pronouncement. "Murder." The word hit like a thunderclap, echoing in the shocked silence. Chaos erupted once more, the noise from the reporters deafening, while online, the live stream chat exploded with comments: "Sabrina is dead!?" "No way! How is this possible?!" "Murder? What is he saying? That Arianna and Charles killed her?" "OMG, this is wild!"

Sometime later, she seemed to have gotten nightmares as she suddenly jolted awake. She used to be so afraid of the dark, but now, she was sitting alone in a huge graveyard. "I miss you, Leo. I want to talk to you. Please talk to me. Please respond to me, okay?" she pleaded humbly. I hovered beside her, carefully spreading my arms so that I wouldn't pass through her body. I pretended that I could still actually hug her. I kept her company for three days and three nights. Coincidentally, this went on until my death anniversary. At that moment, I had been dead for exactly a decade.

Kids who lost their parents. I turned it off when I couldn't handle the weight over my chest anymore. All these people, they are dead, because of -me. All those innocent people, what was their fault, to be killed--just so i can fake my death. The big room suddenly felt so small, i felt suffocated and it's still my day one over here. I hesitantly walked toward the door. I placed my hand on the door knob and debated myself wether i should get out or not.

I collapsed on the edge of the fountain in front, the cold stone biting through my leggings. I was done. I glanced at my wristwatch: 7:22 a.m. A sadistic chuckle escaped me. I was dead. He’d promised to make me feel close to death, and I’d handed him the perfect excuse on a silver platter. I could already imagine the smirk on his face, the way he’d drag this out, make every second of training a punishment. Aklan was going to murder me, bury me in the woods, and probably file a neat report about “disciplinary accidents.”

Before everything they’d fought for turned to ash. The clock was ticking. And she had no plan. No weapons. No hope. Just Kade beside her and twelve hours until the end. She opened her eyes and looked at him. “We’re going to die here, aren’t we?” He didn’t answer. Which was the answer. Outside the bunker she heard Marcus laughing, I heard him giving orders. Heard the countdown to revolution begin. And knew that tomorrow the supernatural world would burn. Unless they found a miracle. In the next twelve hours. Starting now.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​..

It was mean and hurtful, and he bit my lip so hard it bled. I could taste the blood in my mouth and felt so hopeless I closed my eyes, letting the tears fall. In my head, I begged, 'System, how much longer? I can't take this anymore.' [Countdown: 20 days.] [Please hold on. It's always darkest before dawn.] Dawn? It felt like my world did not have dawns anymore.

The countdown sat in the corner of Lys’s vision like a bruise that would not fade. **89 : 17 : 43 : 12** Tick. Tick. Hospitals were supposed to feel safe, she thought. Even the private kind built into mob towers. This one felt like a loading screen between levels of hell.

" The words were written boldly in black. A stark contrast to my pale skin. And... they were moving. My brows creased. Could this be a countdown to the day I died? I shook my head. This couldn't be. My chest tightened. I couldn't breathe. I abruptly parked my car to the side and released the seatbelt. My eyes lingered on the numbers on my wrist as my face paled. Would I die on the same day three years later? Would it be the same death? I closed my eyes forcefully as my temples pulsed painfully. My fingers slowly clenched as my gaze sharpened. This life, I wouldn't die the same way.

“Breathe. Men like him thrive on spectacle. That was the point.” I pressed my palms together, as my grandmother had taught me when emotions threatened to spill over. Respire In and Out. “They think I’m finished,” I said. “That I’ll disappear quietly, like a scandal neatly folded away.” He shook his head. “You won’t, we'll find another way.” I looked at him, really looked at the quiet certainty in his eyes, the refusal to be intimidated. My anger shifted, sharpening into something colder, more precise. “Yes,” I said slowly. “Another plan.”

"One day at a time," Edmund said. "One breath at a time. You don't think about the whole weight of it. You just focus on the next moment. The next step. The next sunrise." She leaned against the stall rail. Felt tears burning her eyes. "I'm dying," she said. The words came out broken. Raw. "My blood is becoming lethal. In four weeks, I'm going to be too dangerous to be near. And there's no antidote. There's no solution. There's just....a countdown I can't stop."