Courting Death Novels & Stories

“Oh, they are a perfect couple.” “I heard Mr Court was never punished for killing his ex girlfriend.” “Does she not know that he is mentally unstable?” “What if he kills her too during one of his episode?” What the fuck are those people saying? Court’s hands tightened against mine. Of course he heard them. “Do you want to step outside?” I offered. He shook his head. “Going outside would only give them more reasons to talk and speculate about things and settle for the lies… I don’t want to do that.” He muffled.

Half a month later, the court verdict was announced. Felix was sentenced to death. Mom was sentenced to life imprisonment. Perhaps because my revenge was complete, my soul finally felt free. I could now go wherever I wanted, no longer bound to Mom's side. In those final days, Felix was consumed by the fear of death. Every day, the food brought to him by the guards was knocked to the ground. In just a short week, he had visibly lost a lot of weight.

“The order just came from court. Your court case has been rejected. And you have been sentenced to life imprisonment without parole, until your child is born. After which, you’ll be sentenced to death for Nicholas Blackwood's murder.”

Well, she's honestly stunning, yet no matter what she has, and even if we twist the globe over and over again, she's still an assassin who kills a person, in a drastic way, but then I can't kill her myself, even though I had a lot of animosities to her, I just can't do it. "Okay, the crowd is too excited so much," the announcer said, holding a microphone on his hand and gave us a microphone. "So Ms. beautiful and Mr. Handsome, may I know your names, please?" The announcer said which is not a good suggestion for me, Neil will be in shock to know that I am here, and what worst is, I will be dead because I am not really supposed to be part of this celebration. I looked around the crowd, and I s

The courthouse stood ancient and white in early autumn’s chill. Lucien marched beside Seraphina through wide marble halls—each step echoing like a drumbeat toward justice. Courtroom 27 awaited them: tall windows, rows of benches, spotlights focused on the bench. Today’s docket held Gabe Vale Jr. and Julian Cristoff, but beyond that, it held Seraphina’s mother’s death, finally being put to rest. In the gallery, Matteo, Anton, Vincenzo, and Elian settled in formation.

The system HUD flickered again, briefly, as if to confirm that the dialogue was being recorded, filed, and stored. Alucard finally turned to face Celeste fully. “You stopped Jason. Did you have to kill him?” Celeste met his gaze straight on. “In the Court of Shadows, the system tracks outcomes by category,” she said. “The trial was not a skill test. It was a necessity. Jason chose the last moment he could. The option was not whether he would die. It was whether more people would die with him.” The silence that followed was long enough for the system HUD to tick once, as if the words themselves had just been validated by the universe’s own code.

Only mine was found all over her. It wasn't a dream because the judge ended up pronouncing his judgment. I pinched myself to be sure that I wasn't dreaming. I wasn't, it was real. “For murdering her in such a cruel way, your death should be by fire squad for you to feel as much pain as she felt when she lost air. Chloe Hathway, your death is today…” He started to mention the death and this was where I black out. I didn't faint, I could see but I didn't hear anything anymore.

"When I died at the gate, I heard it. Below-Prayer. It told me if I held her name as bride, she would survive." "And you believed it." Ava wiped rain from her eyes. "If this law turns pain into romance, I am burning the filing cabinet." "Noted," I said. "New court policy: fewer romantic injuries, more exits." Aunt Lan shoved a bowl into my hand. "Argue later. People first. Gods can wait in line." That was how the new court survived most days: terror, objection, someone making a practical point, then a rule no one had time to polish before it had to save a life.

When I open my eyes I’m still on the platform – though the view has changed. Now I am standing to Death’s lefthand side in a line of girls who all look as shocked and as frightened as I feel. I look frantically around, my eyes finding Anton, who just stares at me in horror. “It is done,” Death says, glaring around at us before storming away. “Further news regarding the Competition will come soon.” I watch as he strides to the end of the platform and then seems to disappear into midair, the handful of courtiers who came to witness this event following after him.

the judge announced, striking the gavel as he took his seat. Jason sat in the audience, observing closely. He was present during Iris' first trial, and today, he had also come to see her facing off against her ex-husband in court. After the judge presented the details of the case, the plaintiff's lawyer made several requests. He argued that although the plaintiff was still alive, he was suffering more than if he were dead because he had lost the right to be a man. It could be considered a different kind of death. Therefore, he demanded a strict and severe verdict.