Death Invitation Novels & Stories

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

On the surface, it looked almost the same as before, but the distance between the guards’ outposts had obviously been increased. “They’ve only given us a death warning. He doesn’t want us to die this quickly. He wants to punish us and let us taste the panic and fear of nearing death,” Jay gritted his teeth and said. Grayson looked at the Signal of Death, D13, and wondered. “This ‘D’ means death. But I don’t understand the number. What does 13 mean? It can’t be that they’re showing mercy by only taking 13 lives from the Ares family right?”

"You got it as well?" "Indeed!" Them three accepted out their passing notification as they talked. - Demise Notice! Subject: Bronte Wrongdoing: tormenting, murder Agent: Death Judge Execution Date: April 15, 2021 - Demise Notice! Subject: Chris Wrongdoing: tormenting, murder Agent: Death Judge Execution Date: April 15, 2021 - Demise Notice! Subject: Grant Wrongdoing: tormenting, murder Agent: Death Judge Execution Date: April 15, 2021

she pulls my head back up "I'm-I'm not sad," I tell her surprised by my mind and feelings, "At all," I add "Well you never actually feel pain," she says "That's a condition, Mika. I feel emotional pain, or I was supposed to," My eyebrows furrow, "I saw him," I whispered "You saw him? Saw who?" She asks "Ha-Death I mean," I tell her turning to face her "You saw him?" She questioned as shock crossed her face, "I knew you were special," she whispers

And when the board adjourned, Savannah stood without a word, turned her back to all of them, and walked out—knowing she'd just attended her own funeral. *** The woman at the records department had red lipstick and a perfunctory smile. She didn’t recognize Savannah—why would she? Savannah didn’t exist. “Pickup for certified document. Death cert. Savannah Cole.” She handed over the envelope. Savannah stepped outside, opened it, and read the words that confirmed her erasure: Name of Deceased: Savannah Cole. Date of Death: January 3. Cause: Drug-induced cardiac arrest. Witness: None. She laughed. A sharp, hollow sound. That wasn’t even the correct date. But it didn’t matter.

The gift box was still sitting on my dresser, exactly where I'd left it weeks ago. Open it alone, Elena had said. After thirty days. The thirty days had passed. The countdown she'd given me had reached zero. My hands shook as I untied the ribbon. Inside was a single sheet of paper, folded neatly. Official-looking. Stamped with a seal I didn't recognize. I unfolded it. DEATH NOTICE Elena will completely disappear from this world on Day Zero of her countdown. The Soul-Severing Ritual has been scheduled and confirmed. By the time this notice is read, Elena will no longer exist.

"Oh look, it's Mr. Deaf." Mr. De–? My eyes widened involuntarily as it finally sunk in. And I saw it. I saw my life flashing right in front of me. I saw my own obituary. Isabelle Kimberly Greene, plunged straight to her death when fiance threw her off his private plane. May her soul rest in peace. Ultimate go figure. It's settled. I'm officially dead. Feeling the weight of his glare

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She goes where she has always gone. "I found a ledger," I say, and my voice comes out in the low careful dialect I have learned from listening to her, the register of a woman asking another woman to carry what she cannot carry herself. "In the chapel vault. It has an authorization code for a death that happened two years ago, a death that was ordered from inside this family, and the code matches the payroll sheets I transcribed in my first week. The same block letters. The same purple ink. A single initial." Nonna Carmela taps her forefinger twice on the stone lip of the well.