Death App Novels & Stories

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

she pulls my head back up "I'm-I'm not sad," I tell her surprised by my mind and feelings, "At all," I add "Well you never actually feel pain," she says "That's a condition, Mika. I feel emotional pain, or I was supposed to," My eyebrows furrow, "I saw him," I whispered "You saw him? Saw who?" She asks "Ha-Death I mean," I tell her turning to face her "You saw him?" She questioned as shock crossed her face, "I knew you were special," she whispers

Death was a tall 6'5", slim man with mostly pale skin. His arms, like his legs, were pitch black. His hair was long, about shoulder length, and almost as dark as his limbs. Death was wearing a dark purple robe that went down to the top of his shins with a hood on the back. The sleeves were long enough to cover his lanky arms. His office was a simple room, about eight-hundred square feet, with grey walls. There was a desk and a plaque behind the desk that reads "Memento Mori" Death didn't care for the plaque and often saw it as kind of a joke. He was given it as a gift though, so he kept it hung up at all times, hoping his new recruits wouldn't notice.

but it’s too late the weird thing about this is that you can see your body inside the coffin, then it is even weirder when you attend your own funeral I can see my friends crying, my former classmates, and finally, my ex over there crying because of my loss “John Carl why did you die suddenly? I will help you rank up on Mobile Legends, right!?”-David (crying) I’m stronger than you! “Poor you. I know stupid people like you die easily but it’s too early.” - Phil “Sorry !!! sorry John Carl !! I know you were hurt when I turned you down but I hope you let me apologize first!!- Dessa (crying)

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 4 "𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑀𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒....𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ~~ 𝑆𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑣

He opened a browser tab to check the news, a habit he had while cooling down. The homepage of the Aethelgard Chronicle loaded. BREAKING NEWS HIGH PREFECT VANE ASSASSINATED IN APEX SPIRE PENTHOUSE Ren froze. He clicked the headline. The video report auto-played. "...High Prefect Valerius Vane was dining alone when a single, high-caliber round, fired from an unknown location, struck him in the head. He died instantly at 23:48." Ren looked at the clock. 23:53.

(GENERAL AND DOLL) IN THIS GAME OD LIFE AND DEATH, WHERE THE CHANCE OF DRAWING THE CARD OF REINCARNATION IS ONE OUT OF TEN. CAN YOU TAKE THE BLAME? ARE YOU WILLING TO SACRIFICE EVERYTHING? TAKE THESE BOOKS CURSE AS THE AUTHOR IS FED UP WITH HER LIFE? CAN YOU CARRY THE BURDEN AND DWELL EVEN MORE INTO THE DARK GAME, WHERE A POEM WITH A CURSE IS PLACED? WHAT WILL YOU DO, IS THE DEATH REAPER WILL COME KNOCKING UNTO YOUR DOOR THIS VERY NIGHT? WILL YOU STILL PAY THE FEE TO FIND OUT?

He walked to the adjacent ward and opened the door, but there was no sign of me. Frowning, he went to the nurses' station. "Where is patient 807? She just had kidney surgery. She shouldn't be moving around." The nurse checked the computer and replied calmly, "Patient 807, Jocelyn Pryce… was declared deceased at 5:20 p.m. this afternoon."

I tapped ‘Reject. Focusing, I explored the sleek, black device the System had dumped me with. It was cold in my hand. Every app was game-related: Inventory, Market, Forums, a bare-bones messaging client. My account for all of them was already set. My identity boiled down to a string of digits: #666666. And a countdown. 6 days, 23 hours, 11 minutes. It dominated the lock screen, a silent, ticking heart. My next appointment with death.

[Host has suffered catastrophic injustice: deprivation of dignity and theft of achievement. [Current unfairness count: 3/3.] [Judgment confirmed. Death program initiating.] [Brain-death countdown: 10 minutes.]