Courting Death Novels & Stories

********* Two days later. Cara's POV I am feeling everything at once, but in the same time, nothing at all. My inside feels heavy yet light. I am cold, I am so cold. I can feel myself breathing, I feel the air push in and out of my lungs, I can feel my heart beating, pumping against my rib cage. I am alive, I know that I am alive but a part of me dies as they lower the casket into the ground. The coffin is dark stained cherry and it is perfectly polished. It has a cushioned and a silky lining. I want to touch it, will they let me touch it? I want to open it and see him one last time, would they let me do that?

"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.”

She wanted to see her mother and get to know Eric, help him out of his shell and befriend Princess Alisa, and apologize to the king and others too many to mention. Death was the last on her list. "The accused is hereby sentenced to death by......" "Hunting" The Alpha's voice interrupted. The king sprang to his feet so did the Queen. The Elders stood with dropped jaws. Everyone was standing in shock as the Alpha walked into the courtroom for the first time in seven years. Valentine couldn't understand what was happening. "The accused is sentenced to death by hunting" Eric pronounced. Murmurs filled the air and Eric stared blankly at their displeased faces.

“No. It can be chosen.” “And if I refuse?” he pressed. She looked at him. “Then you prove you were never balanced.” He fell silent. She turned to me. “And if you refuse?” I swallowed. “Then you prove my doubt was right.” The words cut deeper than anything before. Before I could respond, the air shifted. Cold. Still. Death. “You have both misunderstood,” Death’s voice echoed. We turned instinctively. “This trial was never yours to decide,” Death continued. “What do you mean?” I demanded.

"Is there a way out? Oh my god, are we going to die here today? I never thought that this would be our fate... Why should we end up like this? Why should we be so miserable!" ...... Many cultivators who participated in the competition for the ranking of gateway to immortality were about to collapse. It wasn't their first day cultivating, so they knew very well that they might really die! If they were really going to die here, it would be useless for them to say more! Anyway, they were going to die. Why did they struggle so much? Zhang Cuitian watched all of this with a heavy heart! "How could this be? Where is Lord Caspian now?"

Sentenced to death… He was sentenced to death? Jeffrey's mind felt like it had been struck by a massive explosion. He couldn't hear what Steven was saying next, and he didn't want to either. He grabbed onto the railing and shouted hysterically, "How could I be sentenced to death? I'm not a citizen of your country! Are you bullying me because I don't understand the law? "Even if I'm sentenced to death, it shouldn't be by you. I should be deported back to my country and be judged by my country's court! You can't sentence me to death!"

"You can achieve all this if you become mine." I scrunched my nose and did something I had been wanting to do since I came into his courtroom. I spat on his face. "Never!" He was taken aback, but quickly regained back and wiped his face. "I see you are still as foolish as ever. I am not surprise," he said and stood up. "You choose this for yourself. From now on, you will be picked in the journey where you will die and your body won't be found by anyone. You will perish like someone so meaningless and invisible," he listed out.

But this time, I was determined to make it out. Especially with the team behind me and weapons in our hands, victory is ours. Instead of letting these crazy people catch me again, I would rather fight, UNTIL DEATH.

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

"I plead guilty. I ask only for a quick death." Public outrage boiled over, and they directed their hatred at me. "You filthy traitor! You dare beg for an easy death after ratting out an undercover journalist? In this world, the harshest penalty for a guilty plea is euthanasia, but you don't deserve that. The court will judge you, and you'll be condemned to endless agony until death!" "You're not worthy of a merciful death. You belong in hell!" I was pelted mercilessly with rotten eggs and stones. Blood ran down my face, but I remained unmoving, wishing only for death.