Death Doesn't Discriminate Novels & Stories

"Don't... Elowen... don't do it." ​"He’s dying, Elowen," Silas whispered, the needle inches from my throat. "And if he dies here, in the First Life, he never becomes your Shield. He never saves you. He just becomes another body in the furnace." ​The countdown on the monitor hit 01:00. ​The girl on the table began to moan. Her fingers twitched. The violet light began to leak from her closed eyelids, a raw, unstable version of the power I carried.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

The news hit Mom hard, and her face turned deathly pale in an instant. Her fingers trembled against the doorknob. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Only after a long moment did she snap back to reality. Her eyes were bloodshot as she rasped hoarsely, “What did you just say? Who’s dead? Daisy? No, that’s impossible… That girl is tough. There’s no way she’d die!” The police fell silent for a moment, looking at her with sympathy.

Death is not the End Don’t be ungrateful Life isn’t yours to keep forever Life is just a trip remember Anything that is born. has to die Yes It doesn’t matter If ur weak or strong,rich or poor, old or young Brilliant or dumb oh no. it took my father Death the great equalizer. No Don’t be scared death isn’t the end I tell you they is just a beginning from the end And from here we ride the journey of internal life. Internal life yes . peace of mind The soul never dies

Taking his glasses out to wipe a tear at the corner of his eyes. “No, she wasn't the one to die,” I whispered, pain evident in my voice. “But death doesn't work that way. Death doesn't look at status, deeds or wealth. It's an equalizer. That's why it's said to be the fairest thing.” His words were a double edge knife. Almost like he doesn't care. “How is it fair?” I felt a familiar pang in my chest, a dull throbbing that refused to go. The ache was a familiar nostalgia. It came like a wave —hard, uncared and direct. Same as when I had watched her husband, my father died.

“I know you're trying to be brave here, but I have a few reasons to disagree with your confession. First, you look too deeply hurt for someone who killed Theodore. Second, the fear of uncertainty in your eyes is too obvious for someone who just committed a crime like murder. Lastly, you're not dumb enough to poison Theodore and leave traces. As an extra point, your father was killed in the same way and the killer was never apprehended. Why would you get caught now.? Truce's voice is calm as he speaks and his eyes never leave mine. I feel my heart slamming against my chest and I can barely breathe under his hot gaze. At least he knows I'm innocent. I take in a deep breath. “What do you want f

“So it doesn’t matter that more of us are going to die?” “The deaths would be in vain if we didn’t finish this. Stopping now won’t bring the dead back to life, Ella.” “This isn’t just about Delancy, Saxum. It’s all of us. Look at those parents, do you want them to end up feeling what you’re feeling?”

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

I suddenly wondered how far that ability could carry him. How many things can he do? “Can you take the face of others?” “No.” He shook his head. “It doesn’t work like that. There are rules. A balance to everything.” I silently slumped down to sit on the foot of the bed. Willing to hear him out. “We’re far outnumbered and every year more of us die.” “I thought you were immortal?” “Immortal in the sense that we do not age, don’t catch disease. We don’t die as other things do.” He paused as he studied a particular crevice on the bit of wood. “But we can still be murdered in the ways anyone can be.”

Liam "Death is not the opposite of life... It's a part of life..." -Haruki Murakami Unlike what is shown in movies and written in books, I somehow realized how easy and painless death was. Survival was hard. For death, all you have to do is make one single decision and all your agony and pain fades but survival...that's a whole different game.