Courting Death Novels & Stories

“Akua I need your help…please” “So rude of you to just barge in my chambers and start blasting”. “I’m so sorry, it’s an emergency “. “What do you want child?”. “I need some sort of remedy or p..poi..poison “. “For what ?“. “I found a way to end this for good , I know you said there is nothing I can do but with clear thoughts I concluded that his death will set me free , I said till death do us part hence if one of us dies then it will be over “.

In the end, Lina was convicted of murder, espionage, use of contraband, and desecration of a werewolf's body. With multiple charges combined, she received the maximum sentence. She'd be stripped of her wolf and permanently exiled to the Eternal Night Wasteland. As an accomplice, Jaxton received the same sentence of permanent exile. The gavel fell, and the judge said, "Sentence to be carried out immediately." As Lina was escorted away, she was still laughing. That laughter echoed through the courtroom like an undying curse. On the day of the exile, Connor didn't go to witness it. Instead, he went to the cemetery.

Chapter 5 “I am Saint and I'm here to hunt you down, but then because I am sure that you can't get off to that body. Death ministry assigns you to be a living reaper, no buts or anything you suicidal. You want your death, right? So then, accept our offer. For you to die peacefully, Mary Sean Ivanovich. Did I answer your question?” With what he said, I gradually loosened my grip on the bedsheet until I finally let go.

"Being able to meet you in this life is already enough for me. I hope you and Russ can live well. I'm willing to die to make that happen." Courtney's actions terrified Joey. He rushed forward and wrapped her tightly in his arms, snatching the vial from her hand. Russ cried and clung to Courtney's leg, begging her not to die. I let out a cold laugh. Who knew what was actually in that bottle? After two lifetimes, I had seen this kind of fake suicide act from Courtney more times than I could count. I grabbed the silver sword hanging on the wall and tossed it at Courtney's feet. "If you really want to die, use this. It's quick and clean. Just make sure you do it farther away so you don't dirty m

And this one made her gasp by its brutality, I thought you all were going to cut off his head. She had to give that statement some time to sink in. The implications of it, the way Courtney wanted Grayson to die. It would imply a certain level of hate and suffering to cut off someone’s head. And Amber got the feeling these men weren’t exactly professionals and it would not have been a quick and clean cut to behead the billionaire. It seemed Courtney made this personal and wanted it to be a terrifying and painful experience for Grayson to die.

He stepped onto the mortuary gurney without a hint of shame, then spat on the body. "Exactly. If the dead thing couldn't stay alive, that's on him. I didn't do it on purpose. Why are you being so petty, Nathan?" Fury surged through me. I tried to stop him, but Vivian stepped in front of me and said impatiently, "Julian and his brother are only telling the truth. The man's already dead. There's no need to drag this to court." I looked at Vivian and suddenly felt as if I didn't know her at all.

“If she wants to live, she can only draw a part of her blood and cut off some organs that aren’t essential so she won’t die immediately.” “How could the judge make such a mistake? It must be a trick!” The audience was celebrating because of Jack’s exquisite design. Meanwhile, in the office of the New York Police Department’s Task Force Zero… Ross and the others frowned. “If she wants to live, she has to cut off her own organs. This Death Judge is really ruthless!” “Ruthless? I don’t think so. Although the Death Inquisitor is our opponent, this kind of woman deserves to die!” the hot-tempered Willie said.

The lonely, yet stunningly beautiful death or simply Sebastian, ran his fingers through his long thick black hair. Bright citrine eyes surrounded by rich black lashes glance across the bare landscape. The year 1245 a.d. Sebastian once again is late to save his soulmate. He always finds them, male or female, moments after their death. He rubbed his eyes and kneeled down next to the young woman that had been crushed to death by a stampede of buffaloes. He gritted his teeth and cursed the fates.

The assignment he had sent him on, had nothing to do with the Red Court in any way, so there was no explanation for him to be killed, especially not at the Red Court. The Red Court, was a branch of vampire court that had to do with indulging in pleasure and blood. They accept other minor species into their court, who are willing to indulge in the same pleasures and they rarely resort to violence, unlike the others, which made Damien suspicious about the whole thing. He had come to the conclusion that Hagan was murdered while gathering sufficient information about Cassandra. This highly intrigued him. The person that killed him is one interesting person, so it seems.

The courthouse was a fortress that morning. Satellite vans lined the street, their antennas thrust skyward like spears. Cameras swiveled, microphones extended, reporters jostled for position on the courthouse steps. The trial of Adrian Moretti, the man accused of murdering his wife, had become the trial of the decade. Placards waved in the October wind: JUSTICE FOR ELENA in bold red letters, others reading LOCK HIM UP. Counter-protesters shouted back with REASONABLE DOUBT and TRIAL BY JURY, NOT MEDIA.