Death Comes As The End Novels & Stories

But the cold is relentless, dragging me down like invisible hands. Up and down blur. Panic claws at me. I can't breathe... I can't think. And then... everything slows. The burn fades. The struggle ceases. My limbs go still. My thoughts float away like bubbles drifting upward. This is it, I think. This is how it ends. Death doesn’t roar. It doesn’t come crashing in like in the movies. It seeps in, soft and slow, like sinking into a dream you can't wake from. But then... something changes.

"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."

Even if I didn't want Elena's grave beside mine, she was still buried next to me in the end. At least I was going back to my own world soon and didn't have to be tormented by these people after death. "Two dead? Good. Only one cold devotee left." "I've got nothing left to say. I just hope Daniel will be happy in his next life instead of running into these people." All the comments were now on my side. Deep down, I did feel a bit of warmth upon knowing this. My spirit gradually dispersed, and after a very, very long time, I finally woke up.

"Now breathe out. Two... three... four..." The breath left my lungs in a shaky rush. "Again." Another breath. Then another. Little by little, the crushing pressure around my chest began to ease. The pounding in my ears faded, and the room slowly came back into focus. "There you go," Gloria whispered. "I've got you." The last bit of strength left my body. My body sagged forward, completely exhausted. Gloria caught me before I could slide off the bed and wrapped her arms around me. "It's okay."

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

I'm glad Esmeralda is part of my life and now she'll be the reason why I need to end this once and for all, so I can have all the time on earth with her. She's the life at my dead ends

He went on his knees first and then his body finally touched the ground. His eyes were still looking at me as a tear escaped from his eye and ran down the cheek. Finally his eyes closed. Adriano is dead. And this time he is dead for real. Gone forever. I was unable to process anything as it happened too fast. I was frozen on the spot. I didn't move until I heard a pain filled moan. Salvatore. I rushed towards him. Tears were brimming in my eyes. What has happened to him because of me?

the computer-like voice said from nowhere. "What are you talking about?" I didn't sign up for this? right? "Remember the last moment before you died?" I can't help but raise my eyebrow. "Oh? So, I indeed died?" It didn't need to clarify that fact, it just unconsciously confirmed my question Intelligence Entity: "..." "I'm dead, right?" As far as I remember, I died. "Not really. Your body is dead together with your world but your soul is very much alive." I remain alert as I asked again, "Why did you call me like that? Host letter-number thingy?" Is it a thing now? Calling someone strange names?

I wasn't scared of my own death, but for his - my uncle. Sometimes I think, why are we even born when at the end, we'd just all die? I always wonder why beautiful things tend to end tragically. Just like life. No matter how beautiful your journey was, you'd still end up taking that one, narrow path that leads to one destination. Death. They say, it's not the end that matters. What's important is what your journey entails. The moments you shared with your loved ones, the smiles and laughs you spent with them, and all the things you experienced.

I nod approvingly. I mostly do want to get the fuck out of here, but my heart can’t leave until I know he’s dead. I sigh and strike a match, lighting the whole pack on fire and dropping it inside. His eyes go wide with the realization he’s about to really and truly die. That fear on his face is priceless to me. I never dreamed I’d get this chance. I’ve always assumed I’d be stuck with the memory of him attacking me and never have closure. The fear would plague me for the rest of my life, even now that I have a mate.