Courting Death Novels & Stories

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

“I will now answer questions.” He resumes pacing, eyes fixed on the ground. “In the Demon Hunting Trials: yes, you can die. Yes, it will be extremely painful. No, you cannot be brought back. Is this fair? Perhaps not. But dying is the risk one takes if one wishes to be amongst the winners.” The thought of dying no longer fills me with fear like it used to. Maybe it’s because I have no intention of dying until I’ve avenged my family. Until victor has paid for what he’s done.

You are the real executioner here! Face flushed with rage, Fenrir issued the order harshly, "Impale this crazy she-wolf with a silver spear and hang her in the mass grave. Let the crows peck out her eyes and the wild dogs gnaw on her bones!" "Tell me—is Cynthia dead? At least now she can never take what's mine again!" As the warriors dragged Rita away, her hysterical screams echoed down the corridor. Fenrir clutched his chest, gasping for air. He stumbled around, searching desperately for proof that he had loved Cynthia.

Because dying together was better than living with guilt of watching love die while doing nothing. The curse struck. The princess collapsed. Selene screamed. Everyone understood that formal duel had become murder attempt. That rules had been violated. That everything was wrong. That someone was dying because enemies valued winning more than following laws meant to prevent exactly this. No pressure. Just everything. Forever. With princess dying and Selene breaking and judges finally moving to disqualify Vivian but too late to prevent damage. Too late to save victim. Too late to prove that rules mattered when enemies ignored them successfully.

The sound echoed across the arena. The lights flashed white. The cheers turned into gasps. Nathan’s knees buckled. The last thing he saw before everything went black was the en dless sea of faces screaming, panicking, crying—and the world spinning out of focus. And then...... nothing.

"With methods that are... less gentle than yours will be." Casie felt a chill run down her spine. The Council's version of justice was swift and absolute—no appeals, no second chances, no consideration for collateral damage. "Our first case?" she asked, accepting the inevitable. Mendoza slid another file across the desk. “A young runaway homeless girl, roughly sixteen, ends up dead with an unusual calling card, a playing card that is meant to be the 'Jack' of any suit with the J in the correct corners but instead of the normal image of the prince a image of a sparrow is in its place.”

His mother fumbled with her phone, dialing with shaky hands. Courtney pointed a trembling finger at me, tears streaming down her face. “She’s trying to kill our baby… just like she killed hers!” she shrieked. Sebastian’s head snapped up, his eyes blazing with rage. “You’ll pay for this, Davina,” he snarled, his voice like thunder. “I want her arrested!” Courtney sobbed, clutching her stomach as her cries grew louder. “She tried to kill me!” I stood frozen, my mind reeling. Around me, diners were recording the scene on their phones, their whispers and gasps blending into an indistinguishable hum.

"I grew up nearby. I don't know which saint it belongs to, but the elderly in my family said that this shrine is really magical. Be careful what you wish for or promise in front of the saint because it will come true." 'Zach, you would do anything to get me. I bet you never thought that all those sweet promises that you made back then were the reason that got you killed and gave me another life.'

How would I look if I am inside a coffin, imagining Tim looking at my dead body, and imagining me- how I would die. Overthinking Number 1: Everytime I heard words like " I'm scared to lose you", or " Please promise me you'll stay", I want to runaway and punish myself til' death. I don't want them to get frightened if time will come I will depart. It's just...they deserve a life. Even without me. And I don't want them to mourn when I left- I want them to continue living life chasing their dreams even when I am not breathing anymore. Then it suddenly shift to this:

The materialistic things held no meaning to him and thus he didn't care about them at all. But still, he was trying to be better and more successful just because of her cause she wanted to feel more secure in life. He had lost everything and felt like his life had no meaning anymore. Unknowingly, he started walking towards the cliff; he wanted to die. Eli noticed that and ran up to him. She was freaking out as she figured how the story was going to end. "No no no!" She shouted and regretted that he couldn't hear her. She was terrified at that point and wanted to save him.