Death Clock Novels & Stories

It’s a camouflage. “One week,” bulong ko sa sarili ko habang nakatingin sa dambuhalang orasan sa pader. “One week to prove I’m a doll. And a lifetime to prove I’m their nightmare.” I lay down, the silence of the Sanctum wrapping around me like a cold shroud. The first part of Margo Valderama was dead. And as I fell into a dark, dreamless sleep, I knew that the next time Julian looked into my eyes, he wouldn’t find a girl. He would find the graveyard he helped build. And in a graveyard, the only thing that moves is the vengeance of the dead.

It feels like a sin to eat knowing that my older sister can't do that anymore. A part of me died when I found out that Ate Aliyah was found dead on her room. She strangled herself to death and I still don't know what to feel after that. Kahit pa half-sisters lang kami, itinurin ko siyang kapatid kong buo. She was my best friend. My happiness. My motivation to continue living in this stressful life. Ngayong wala na siya, hindi ko na alam ang gagawin ko. Parang bigla akong nawalan ng pag-asa.

Tanong ko. "Ang katotohanan ang kailangan mong malaman. Ang likod sa pagkamatay ni Criselda at Sebastian. Sa ngayon, nagbago na ang kapalaran ninyo. Ikaw bilang si Criselda sa panahong ito ay mahirap lamang at tagapagsilbi ng mga Montefalco. Kapag naiwasan mo ang pagkamatay ninyong dalawa ni Sebastian, maaari ka ng makabalik sa modernong panahon." "Paano kung hindi po ako nagtagumpay?"

Ngisi kong wika na mas lalo niyang ikinalunok "I-i'm sorry please f-forgive m—" "Too late, It's fucking too late, You already messed with me so just accept the consequence of your action, but before you die, let me introduce myself first. I'm DEATH GLASS the Rank 3 in the Mafia World." Malamig kong wika at bago pa siya makakilos ay kinalabit ko na ang gantilyo ng baril na hawak ko at walang kurap na pinasadahan ng tingin ang bala na unti unting tumagos sa noo niya dahilan para bumulagta siya sa sahig at dumaloy ang masaganang dugo mula sa kanyang butas na noo.

Dama ko ang paghagulgol ko dahil sa sobrang sakit. The room is broken down into pieces. There's also a fìre. The place looks like a mess. And knowing that Zach is inside of that room makes my heart shattered. It feels like my heart is also broken down into pieces. It feels like my heart is sinking. Zach is gone. He's now gone for good. He's now de@d. And it feels like I dièd too.

Singhal ko. Agad itong nakabawi sa pagkakasampal at halos maubusan na ako ng hininga nang mabilis itong makalapit sa akin na may namumulang mukha at mata. Mariin ako nitong hinawakan sa panga at ngumisi. “In case you don’t really know whom you slapped, I’ll introduce myself to you. I am the leader of the known mafia group called Black Spades. You dare hurt me? Then, I will make your life a living hell and you will never escaped from me because I am Death.”

Lahat, sinuyod ko. At sa lahat ng natuklasan ko, isang tradisyon ang tumatak sa isip ko—ang Celestial Death, o mas kilala bilang Dead Moon. Isang espesyal na selebrasyon para sa mga bampira na nangyayari lang kada isang siglo. At sa araw na iyon, kailangan nila ng sakripisyo. Pero hindi lang basta bampira ang pwede—dapat espesyal. Dapat isang curse vampire.

Siya kasi ang taga pagpatulog sa anak nila kapag tinatamad si Miles. "mga bro! Tara na simulan na natin."binuksan nila ang Theatre room. Saka nagsimulang magplay sa malaki at napaka lapad na screen ang The Purged .. Akala ko the purged nga. Pero iba ito! Distribuidor de muerte? "anong ibig sabihin niyan?"tanong ko na si Zel ang sumagot. "Distribuidor de muerte is a spanish words which means Death dealer."kinilabutan agad ako ng marinig ko 'yon.

So am I. "I'm sorry." Nalaglag ang panga ni Chryszyler sa sinabi ng Doctor. "No. No, no, no..." paulit-ulit niyang sabi. Umiling iling siya. Lumapit ako sakaniya at niyakap siya. He kept whispering something. "Marife Dizon, time of death 4:28 AM. Raven Dizon, time of death 4:28 AM." The doctors and nurses looked down. Nanghina ako sa narinig.

Walang bintana sa loob kaya hindi ko alam kung may araw pa o tuluyan ng sumapit ang gabi. "Tomorrow night, he dies. Not just him — his name, his legacy, everything tied to his blood will be gone. I’ll wipe them all out, one by one, until there’s nothing left to remember. And you? You’ll be right there, watching. You’ll see the fear in his eyes. You’ll hear every scream, every breath he struggles to take. And you won’t be able to do a damn thing about it.”