Death Book Novels & Stories

Death Contract They say that reincarnation may be true because no one in the world can tell what there is in the afterlife. Nor can anyone prove that fictional things are not true. So I, I believe that in this world we have things we don't know but it's better that we just don't know. "I'll borrow this book," I uttered while reaching the book to the Librarian. The book is entitled Death Contract. When I read its description earlier the book already caught my attention. So I took it.

He propped her body up on the altar, studying the wounds that riddled her body. “She's decapitated, Samael. How could you even think of saving her?” He bellowed with laughter. “Necromancy, of course. I'm Death. You think I couldn't revive her?” Samael placed her head atop her neck. “This is nothing.” I gaped. “You're crazy as an elephant down a mine shaft.”

"nique-" A warm sensation embraced my body. A heard a voice in the distance. Ahh... So this is death huh....... I thought it would be worse... But this is actually quite nice... "minique, wake up!" The voice was getting closer, I also heard steps approaching. Death... Is that you? Are you coming for my soul?... Well, I guess it was nice while it lasted... Time to be part of the eternal nothingness of space... Man... Who would think that death would sound like a little girl... The universe sure is weird...

I opened the door to a very ragged looking Russell. “Alice said Lottie has brain damage?” “No, she had a stroke because her brain is bleeding. We don’t know if it’s done any damage.” “Her brain is bleeding! How could that not do damage?” “I don’t know, I don’t understand medical shit. There’s a reason Emily never goes to the hospital.” I collapsed onto my bed. “There’s only so much you can learn from binge watching Grey’s Anatomy.” “I learned never to have sex with a coworker.” Russell lay next to me, top to tail, like when we were little. “Their lives would be easier if they weren’t playing musical beds.”

She looked at me and suddenly at She stopped herself only to take a deep breath. “Alpha, Death is part of being alive we what we are because of it ! It is an exciting moment in life and it’s something which should be celebrated,” she said as if trying to convince herself to believe that “Besides without death we would take a lot of things for granted example your birthday like you are doing now instead of celebrating” She attacked me jokingly and I smiled.

We all could presume that life is very much stronger than death, even though it cannot definitely stop death from transpiring. Yet, no matter how hard death tries, it cannot absolutely separate people from love. And, in the end, life is still stronger than death. "Here is the body, Attorney Alessandro. Shall I unzip the bag for you?" The doctor asked as soon as he placed the stainless metal trolley cart in front of Sebastian and Zoey where Hermes Chevalier's dead body was currently lying. The doctor got the dead body from the humongous mortuary fridges on the farthest corner Zoey wouldn't even think to come close.

"Tell me it's fake. The death certificate—it's fake, right? He's not dead!" Danny exhaled hard, eyes already heavy with the answer. He pulled out a stack of papers and slid them over. "I'm sorry, Dr. Foster. It's real." On top—plain and brutal: [William Wright. Date of Death: March 17, 2020. Cause: hemorrhagic shock.] Delia jerked her hand back like it burned, then snatched the page again, her fingers shaking. A tear hit the corner, smearing the ink. "No... this isn't possible..."

She started planning for Elena's third death anniversary. Katie viewed the third death anniversary with great importance. It signified a closure point of the grieving process, and it was a significant occasion for the older generations. It was two weeks to Elena's third death anniversary. Ariel still had time to prepare.

"Your mother was a casualty. Collateral damage if you will. And you, sweetheart, are about to be yet another." "Ginevra, enough!" Father yelled suddenly, then turned to me, a small breath escaping him. "Your mother died due to an accident." "Because they blocked every path in the city! Because they took the sick man who agreed to donate his heart! Are you really going to overlook that?" "Yes," he said simply, like he was answering to something as simple as wanting extra sugar with his customary afternoon tea. "Dad," I said, my voice low.

"I don't work for this world anymore, Julian. This world is closed. The ledger for Earth was finalized an hour ago. Every soul has been accounted for and moved to the next Great Cycle." "But I'm still here!" "You aren't," Death says, and for the first time, I see a flicker of pity in his eyes. "In the eyes of the universe, you were settled centuries ago. You are a rounding error. A ghost in the machine. I cannot take what is already recorded as gone." He begins to fade into the mist. "Wait!" I shriek, dragging myself toward him. "What happens to me? What do I do?" His voice comes from everywhere and nowhere, a final, fading whisper.