Courting Death Novels & Stories

They think the young Mort who will dominate the Underground in the future is the "Perfect One" As a child, Mort has already contributed a lot to the clan, especially in ammo and weaponry. He has also won many battles against the Underground countless times. People considered him a threat and is feared by everyone. He became infamous in the Underground and nicknamed him 'DEATH'. Certain and Quick Death, he never lets his opponents speak before he kills them. He doesn't need to hear any of their pleas or last words. The important thing for him is they die in his hand and won't allow them to cheat death.

“Max has already sentenced to death for his crimes before he took River and he’s being charged with more crimes along with your father.” “Courtney, you need to decide if you’re going to reject Max before he’s put to death.” Blaze blurted out, which earned him a glare from his mate. “What? She needs to make her decision. If she doesn’t reject him before he’s put to death, otherwise she will feel his death, and it may just kill her in the process.” Courtney stared at both Storm and Blaze. “I know what can happen, I’m not sure what I’m gonna do.” She admitted. “Would it be possible to maybe see him before he’s...” She asked as she trailed off.

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

"Courtney, you committed attempted murder with a silver weapon. Provided intelligence to terrorists. Those are serious crimes. The Council takes them seriously." "Are they going to execute me?" The question came out small. Terrified. "No." His answer was immediate. Certain. "Execution is off the table. Lord Castellan and I made that clear to the Council. Whatever your punishment, it won't be death." "Why not? I deserve—"

He ignored the creature and kept walking, hoping that in ignoring him, he would leave him alone. “One of the men you made to choke the other day has died at the hospital. Guess which people are accused of killing him with witchcraft,” the man said again and Jason’s heart skipped a bit. “What are you saying?” he asked, turning to the man. “Nothing, bro,” Grant said, walking past Jason, then turning to look at him funny. Jason’s eyes were fixed on somewhere else and not him. He did not know what to make of it, so he continued walking. The latter had not seen him walk past.

"So why show yourself now? Why come back to visit my brother's grave?" Jeremy sighed softly, his tone unusually calm. "I knew it. I knew this whole thing was a trap. "But a few days ago, I was diagnosed with cancer. I don't have long left anyway. At this point, death doesn't scare me anymore. "I just thought... before I die, seeing Jason one more time would make it worthwhile." He paused, then looked up at me. "By the way, what exactly were Jason's final words before he jumped?" There was genuine curiosity mixed into his voice. Clearly, that was one of the reasons he had come.

“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.

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

And neither was William. I watched his fists clench as he walked back up our porch until he was standing chest to chest with his wife. They were barely an inch apart, but their aura radiated nothing but tension. “And you think it is safe? Walking into a predator’s territory all on your own just to find people that could possibly be dead?” “I told you this the very first day that we met that I would not die of old age or natural causes. But in the search for my family and vengeance, you knew all this from the beginning,” Courtney said through gritted teeth, and William shot her a glare.

Unfortunately, the evidence I provided wasn't enough to prove his affair or his betrayal in secretly giving the kidney to someone else. The court rejected my request for a divorce. My lawyer reassured me, saying it was common for the first hearing not to grant a divorce. "Just wait six months, and we can file again." Six months. I could wait. As I was leaving the courtroom, Zachary sneered. "Margaret, I'm the only family you have left in this world. Are you really going to go through with this divorce?" It was said that the people closest to you knew exactly where to strike to cause the most pain. Zachary was no different.