Death Book Novels & Stories

No walls, no windows, nothing but darkness and I could find no end to it as I stumbled around. “Sin….” I heard my name echo around me. “Dad?” “You’re so funny,” Death said as he appeared before me. “I’m here, Christian.” I heard Kiran in my head. “What do you want?” I asked Death. “I’m sorry about your baby,” he said. “Christian…” I heard Kiran in my head again and I closed my eyes as I concentrated on his voice. “Dad,” I said. “Stay strong, it won’t always be like this,” he said.

The haggard sage. Who was looking just like her name implied? Messy hair mixed with white strands. Wrinkles over her unwashed face, torn rags as clothes. She bowed her head slightly. “You must tell us at once. The cause of the death.” Draven noted sharply. “Yes, Sire.” She stepped forward to where to dead bodies lay. And after a while of sniffing and pouring weird sand, she stood up to face us. “This isn’t a natural death. It’s a verdict from the goddess.”

I was attending my daughter Wendy's autumn camp when I overheard her whispering to her best friend, "Don't be picky with your food, or Ms. Adams will kill you. That's why she killed Carl." Shocked, I scooped her up in my arms and ran to Carl's mother. However, she pointed at a healthy Carl who was hopping around, grinning, "What? But Carl is no longer a fussy eater. He eats everything I cook these days!" Relieved, I was about to turn and scold my daughter when she hissed, "That's not Carl! Carl is allergic to shrimp!"

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.

Stacy was in control of Prince's company and the kids also got their massive share from his will. Before Prince died, he let out a cry and said, "Father, I hope you'll be proud of me now because for once I decided to be good and it led to my doom. Mother, I have finally become the son you wanted me to be even though I caused your death. Goodbye earth. My moment with you was dramatic." At that moment, he was executed. Queen wrote a book about him several years later and it was a bestseller. It made over 100 million sales worldwide and inspired people to be good.

I dіdn't tаlk tо dеаth; it wаѕ mоrе lіkе telepathy. Dеаth аlwауѕ dеmаndѕ his duе. Clаrеttе, my оnе root beer саndу gіrl оffеrеd tо рау Dеаth'ѕ duе. Then my ѕwееt Rоѕе, ѕесоnd, аnd thеn fіnаllу I offered tо pay. We аrе nо lоngеr еmраthіс. The circle іѕ dоrmаnt again. It is said thаt Death is wіthоut compromise. He is after аll раrt оf thе natural оrdеr оf thіngѕ, аѕ іѕ Chronos

She added but I didn’t say anything. “she right.” I heard a familiar voice say behind me, Death. “You too?” I ask. “Give me that little guy.” He said and cruch down to take War. “He is dying.” He said that made Peace and I looked at each other frowning then looked at him. “What?” I am confused. “Devren is dying, I found his body---” he said like it’s nothing that made my eyes wide. “F*ck.” I said and stood up and ran away towards my car.

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...

Theme:- Welcome to the Afterlife part 1 As it was inscribed in the holy book, it was given for a man to die once, and after that death, it is judgement. But for me, Rey Reed, it is different. If my guess is right, this will be the third time I have visited the land of the dead. The first time was when I escaped from the tar pit. I can't remember how long I lost consciousness, but when I woke up. I only opened my eyes in hell.

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.