Novel & Cerita Death Is But The Next Great Adventure

And she just cried and I pushed the sword from Ylisha's back until it reaches my body, and let it through my back. "I love you Ylisha, " I whispered, I can't believe that it's really too late. That we have never had the chance to see the future together. ******* My body deliberately can feel that I'm going to die and I recall all my memories with her, I reminisced them one by one. I smiled as I kept thinking about the first time I met her, and I chuckled involuntarily, and just let all the recollection fills my brain and heart before I perished.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Slowly, I push myself to my feet and reach out, trying to feel my surroundings but the instant I stand, a small flicker of light appears several feet ahead. My breath catches. The tiny flame dances in the darkness like a lonely star qnd suddenly, my suspicion is confirmed. I'm dead. This is the path, the path every wolf hears about but never truly believes exists, the path the dead walk before judgment. A bitter laugh threatens to leave my lips, but it never comes, so this is how it ends, no grand life, great love story or future, or even second chance, I don't even get the opportunity to do everything I once dreamed of.

"Nate, I thought I was going to die without seeing you one last time. If I'd left this world without saying goodbye, I wouldn't have been able to rest, even in the afterlife." Nathan had held me tightly, kissed my forehead, and whispered, "Tegan, don't say things like that. I won't let anything happen to you. I'll always be here for you." Now, staring at the bloodstain on the bed, I let out a bitter laugh. "Nathan, you promised you would always be by my side. But I'm dying now. Where are you?"

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

"This isn't some video game, it's real, real life. ‎ ‎ I nodded slowly. I knew that, what more could convince me otherwise? ‎ ‎ "If we want to survive, we have to do everything we can, otherwise we're better off dead. ‎ ‎ "But if you don't get out of here, you will truly be dead, can't you see that? Chry, let's find another hiding spot." I stretched my hands a little and slowly pulled away the plank, then I poked my head out and scoured the environment.

In the end, I collapsed onto the small bed my parents had bought for me together when I was little and slowly closed my eyes. My tears soaked the pillow. The pain was so overwhelming that all I could do was curl into myself as I repeated the words I remembered in Mom’s voice over and over again in my head, trying to comfort myself. Go to sleep, Daisy. Once you’re asleep, it won’t hurt anymore. … Maybe heaven really heard my prayer, because when I woke up, the pain was gone. However, my body felt strangely weightless, floating in midair. I understood immediately then that I was dead, and my soul, seemingly pulled by some invisible force, drifted until I found myself beside Mom.

A smear of crimson is on her lips, the drops I forced there with hands that were steadier than my conscience. There's no pulse. No breath. Her eyelashes rest against skin thats already turning pale. She's too still. It's not sleep. It's not unconsciousness. She's gone. I've seen thousands of people dead. Men killed on battlefields. Women burned in sanctuaries. Children thrown into plague pits like discarded clothes. Death doesn't interest me much anymore. This one does. I told myself to walk It's a practical.thought. If the blood doesn't work, the problem solves itself. If it takes hold, distance will keep judgment from clouding what needs to be done.

There was no news, no information about them, not from any person or even the internet. Oliver was relieved and believed that she died and that they won the game. But Thomas, he could never get rid of the fear that someday they would come back and get their revenge. And now here he was, in front of his warehouse, watching it burn to ash, and reading the note that was written with blood in the same way as 6 years ago. The effect it held on him was similar too. He stepped back but tripped and fell on the floor. He began longing for air and started coughing loudly.

But despite the audible crack as the glass strained in his grip, it was emptied in the usual way. "Do you know how hard it is, lad?" Nathaniel sank into his chair. "Watching the world pass by. Seeing those you knew wither and die like the weeds that overtake their graves? You can feel your own memory fading, and even if you become a legend, your real person is forgotten." He fondled the neck of the bottle, watching as it refilled, drip by painful drip. "When those you knew die, you die as well. The truth ends, and fables begin. And what's worse, I have to end the lives of those who should have had years ahead of them." He leaned back, his eyes fixed on the cobweb glimmering in the corner. "I