Death Book Novels & Stories

Her voice was quiet through the rain and eyebrows furrowed so deeply that they created a dent between the two. "Reniella De Vega and Deshawn Cervantes. Don't worry, I'm just checking in," Death replied. From the time written on his watch, it was New Year's Eve that Deshawn Cervantes was supposed to die. Deshawn, though soaked from the rain, looked very much alive. "We're fine," Reniella cut in sharply. Death nodded his head slowly and the gold sheen of life that exuviated from Deshawn was clear even through the darkness. It was a bright aura that stuck to his body and stretched out before melting against Reniella's ambiance.

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.

It was something … unholy. “Good men must die, but death cannot kill their names.” The other version spoke. The gold in her eyes shined brighter at the sight in front of her. “Death has always been a part of the world, an occurs that called men back to the ground. But death was unhappy ruling over the still and silent. Death cheated itself and live and created those that should have never been. Death create the undead.” The other version spoke again. All Layla’s attention was on the words the other version spoke and the dept they carried.

He gives me a thumbs-up and wanders away. Callista's tiny voice comes through sobs, "Sorry..." "You don't have to be," I stroke her back with an arm, "But what happened?" She raised her head off my shoulder slightly and sniffled. "They aren't sure if they can cure me." I feel as if a bucket of cold water had been upturned over my head. "Why so?" "The magic they used came from corpses," She mumbles, her arms tightening around me. I flinch. "And it's called death magic. A Chamber of Despair is always powered by death magic, and when they use human corpses for it, the results are almost always impossible to reverse."

Sunny Life: “Desert is usually a gentle girl. Getting killed once make a lady a bitch!” Desert: “It’s none of your business. Dark Death, come out and explain. Why did you kill me?” Dark Death: “Do I need a reason to kill you?” Desert: “Can’t you give me a reason? Aren’t you fighting for Lucifer? Last time I saw you standing next to each other. I have a screenshot of it. Dark Death was standing beside Lucifer with invisibility. I just used a kill at that time so, I could see the hidden Phantasm.

He had given me a second chance and I knew I had to say something to him about that. “Thank you.” Death nodded his head. He knew exactly what I was referring to. “You’re most welcome, Kiran.” He smiled stiffly. “What do you want?” “To warn you.” I wondered what game he was playing now. “About what and why?” I frowned as Death smiled sadly. “His time is up.” I felt like I couldn’t breathe as Death stood next to me and touched my soul. “Kai…” I managed to whisper through the pain and fear. **Kiran's story continues in The Lupian Chronicles: Fire (Book 3)

“I figured out what Alistair just discovered. How to die absolutely while maintaining consciousness in death itself. And I’m here with a message from others who’ve learned this too. We’re forming a collective of death-conscious beings. And we want to negotiate with you about death’s future.” Anna is staring with horror. “If multiple beings can die absolutely while staying conscious,” she breathes, “then death-consciousness becomes its own exploit. Another loophole in negotiable death.” Original Death is examining Donald with concern. “This shouldn’t be possible,” it says. “Alistair’s death-consciousness was unique, closed the exploit. Others learning to replicate it opens new exploit worse t

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

"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 could not even remember how. At the very least, I should thank him for serving as our first lab rat and providing such valuable data. … That night, the hospital informed me that he had killed himself shortly after I left by drinking a bottle of sanitizer. They pronounced him dead soon after. I gave a noncommittal "mm-hmm" and told the hospital to handle the body. His funeral was simple: no ceremony, no pomp, no ritual, not even a single guest. I watched as they lowered him into the grave. At last, it was over.