Death Invitation Novels & Stories

He was standing in a crowded subway station, looking nervously over his shoulder. ​"The first target," I whispered. ​"His name is Miller," a voice echoed in the room. It didn't come from a speaker; it came from the air itself. "He escaped the Seventh Life. He carries a fragment of the Void in his chest. Collect the fragment. Erase the vessel." ​The image flickered and died. The heat in my wrist vanished, leaving behind a dull ache. ​"Erase the vessel?" I looked at Julian, my stomach churning. "They want us to kill him."

"We can't freely change our teammates once the teams have been formed. Unless… All your teammates are already gone?" Frank didn't reply. "Forget it. Let's do our best to survive the next three days," I added. I could see Frank typing for a long time. Finally, he replied, "Will you team up with me if all my teammates are gone?" I didn't reply and quietly watched the screen. Ten minutes later, the group chat was flooded with notifications, informing the remaining survivors that several players had died. All of Frank's teammates had been eliminated. Frank immediately sent a request to team up with me. "I've done it! They're all dead. Hurry and accept my request!"

“Peters will call when the official death certificate is filed. After that, there’s no going back.” Blair squeezed back. “Then let’s do this.” Roman’s phone buzzed, looking. “Peters sent me a link to the media release.” Opening it, he showed her. It was a news alert: “Local Woman Dies from Injuries Sustained in Car Crash.” “Well,” she said, staring at her own obituary. “I guess I’m officially dead now.” The room fell silent as they all processed the reality of what they’d just set in motion.

[Host has suffered catastrophic injustice: deprivation of dignity and theft of achievement. [Current unfairness count: 3/3.] [Judgment confirmed. Death program initiating.] [Brain-death countdown: 10 minutes.]

"Your mother was a casualty. Collateral damage if you will. And you, sweetheart, are about to be yet another." "Ginevra, enough!" Father yelled suddenly, then turned to me, a small breath escaping him. "Your mother died due to an accident." "Because they blocked every path in the city! Because they took the sick man who agreed to donate his heart! Are you really going to overlook that?" "Yes," he said simply, like he was answering to something as simple as wanting extra sugar with his customary afternoon tea. "Dad," I said, my voice low.

We have an old rule in our town. Any family with twins must choose one to make an example out of. That is the way to discipline one’s children and ensure they grow up well. Born four minutes before my brother, I became that example. When my brother snuck out to swim in the river, Mom didn’t scold him. Instead, she pressed my head into the river again and again. She finally stopped when my brother cried, yelling that he would never go to the river again. When my brother forgot to switch on the rice cooker, Mom came back home from work only to realize that the rice was still uncooked in the pot. She then served me two bowls of uncooked rice. “Finish them and don’t leave a single grain be

says Mark. That makes sense. I just witnessed a loved one die a terrible death. Dad said that’s one way to trigger the gene. Davina looks up at me. “What happened,” she demands. “Davina,” I say stroking her cheek. “Do you really want to know the details.” She nods through her tears. I sigh.

ᯓ★ BREAKING NEWS: 30-year-old Ginger Cadette, the owner of the Bar & Life passed away yesterday due to brain cancer. Her family kept her burial private. With hard work and persistence, she successfully started and ran Bar & Life. But when she discovered that she had brain cancer, the business was passed on to her twin brother, Carter Cadette.

Suddenly, Mark yelled like a madman, “This must just be a trick! We were trapped in a hut once, and she gave me all of her food, but she still survived!” Those words filled my heart with nothing but anguish. So, he still remembered… Then, why did he push his own savior to her death? Lewis flew into a rage and struck Mark’s back repeatedly with his cane. “You idiot! How could we have given birth to such a fool like you?!” Mark got annoyed and shouted for the bodyguards to lead his parents away. When he was alone, Mark started examining my body. Even though my face had rotted away, and I was no longer recognizable, he touched the dried blood on it.

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.