Courting Death Novels & Stories

--- Outside the courthouse. Millions watched the proceedings live. Parents embraced their children. Former victims wept openly. Flowers slowly accumulated beneath a growing memorial wall. Each flower represented someone who had never returned home. --- That afternoon... The judges returned. The chief justice slowly stood. "The court has reached its verdict." The room fell completely silent. "Arthur Ashford..." "For conspiracy, criminal negligence, and crimes against humanity..." "You are sentenced to life imprisonment." Arthur lowered his head peacefully. "I accept." There was no appeal.

Relief flickers across her pale face as the doors close behind her. Orvyn and I thank Dr. Marlene for her bravery against Victoria’s wrath just to expose the truth before she leaves. To my surprise, Orvyn’s posture and expression suddenly sharpens, not with sorrow but with resolve as he delivers his next command. “Prepare the guillotine at the front of the court hall, and summon all the members of the royal court to witness it. Before sunset today, Victoria must face her death.” A soft gasp escapes me before I can stop it. The weight of the death penalty feels heavier now, more real than it ever did before.

an officer firmly intervened, his voice stern. Sophia calmly raised her hands and surrendered herself. “I confess responsibility for Ava’s death. I’m willing to accept the law’s punishment.” As the police took Sophia away, the three brothers stood like empty husks in the operating room, refusing to leave my body. Matt’s eyes were swollen from crying. “Ava, I was wrong. I killed you. Please come take me too!” Chris said nothing. He picked up the surgical blade and plunged it straight into his own heart, collapsing softly beside Ava’s corpse.

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

Her pain was so vivid that anyone seeing the photo could feel it. I suddenly felt a chill go down my spine. A wave of grief and bitterness swept over me, and I felt like I had died all over again. That day, after getting out of the car, I had fallen into a hunting trap and died on the spot—both lives were lost. I gritted my teeth and looked at Enzo. He stood there looking like he'd been struck by lightning—motionless and not even breathing. He stared hard at that photo, and his eyes gradually became more bloodshot.

He picked Beth up single-handedly and served her a few slaps. "My greatest regret is fooling with you, you fucking whore. If I hadn't done so, my dear Amber wouldn't have died. It was you. You pushed her to her death. I am going to exile you!" Beth struggled with all her might and begged to be spared. She even looked toward the werewolves around her with a pleading gaze. "I d-didn't… I wasn't the one who initiated…" Right at this moment, the cell phones of the werewolves present at the scene pinged simultaneously.

I didn't receive any messages or notifications that my follow request had been approved. I sat down and looked at myself in a handheld mirror. I watched as the numbers above my head slowly counted down. I had three hours to go. I wanted them to be with me on my last day in this life; I wanted to know how they would react when I died. Maybe they would be pleasantly surprised—no one cared about my life or death, after all. They were my family, but they despised me with every fiber of their being. I brought the food to the table and waited. Some oil had splashed onto my hand while cooking, and it hurt. It didn't take away from my excitement, though.

My wound was still bleeding rapidly. Due to my excessive blood loss, I had lost the ability to shout for help. However, I could still hear their voices. They were impatient. "Speak up. Are you dead?" Three consecutive calls, three were three chances, yet no one came to my rescue. I could clearly feel the murderer cutting into my skin with a knife and whispering in my ear. "It's Samantha's wedding today. It's your blessing to be able to use your blood to commemorate her." After cutting off my limbs bit by bit with a knife, he cut open my stomach. Blood flowed all over the floor. I was dead, completely dead.

"The authorities must look into this and seek justice for the victim!" Brenda completely lost her mind. When the police officers showed up at their door, she led them right into the basement. "This is it! Hazel was bludgeoned to death at this very spot." Layla and Philip tried to cover Brenda's mouth, but Brenda managed to squirm free. She came running toward me all of a sudden. She grinned from ear to ear. "Hazel, don't come after me. Go after them! Go after them!" I looked at her with my eyes wide. I wondered if she had really started seeing spirits after having done too many bad things.