Death Notice Novels & Stories

“I, hereby, The Emperor of the Underworld is declaring my own death to you guys. This emperor also will be buried at a secret place where no one can access it and will disappear from their sight. The end.” The atmosphere came to a standstill. They blinked confusedly at Eagle and looked dazed Aisyah, who looked discontent with crossed arms, snapped her head toward Eagle fast enough that she thought she almost snapped her head and visibly gasped. Death declaration. Aisyah couldn’t believe what she heard right now. Death declaration was literally when someone declared someone was dead. Right now, Eagle was declaring their own death. ‘How hurt are you?’ Aisyah was too stunned to speak.

he said turning to go back to his office. Oh God. I was a dead man; I already saw my name in the newspaper in a headline: "He died of suffocation from having a dumbbell stuck in his throat" Unless... *** "No, Mark, I can't.” Nick said. "My grandmother is hospitalized and Mom said all her grandchildren had to go see her.” explained my coworker.

“When we started resuscitation, her pupils were already dilated… she had no signs of life.” My father’s smile froze on his face, while my mother’s hands flew to her mouth, trembling. The doctor handed them a piece of paper—my death certificate. “I’m sorry, but Miss Alice passed away due to prolonged cardiac arrest. We were unable to save her.”

A single tear rolling down his cheek before he collapsed back onto the bed, lifeless. "No,no,no,no." The news anchor’s voice filled the silence. “Zared Williams, known for his innovative contributions to technology and his efforts towards hi company, was pronounced dead at 10:47 p.m. Doctors have confirmed that his death was caused by the disconnection of critical life-support machines. Despite being close to a full recovery, it appears Mr. Williams made the decision to end his life. What the doctors are calling an apparent suicide."

******** Breaking News “In the devastating turn of events, the controversial author of the book titled ‘Cost Of Love’ who had been at the center of the media’s attention ever since her deceits got exposed has passed away following a serious car accident,” “Mae’s death has left the whole world in shock and we would like to offer our deepest condolences to her family and friends. May her soul rest in perfect peace.”

Mckenzie isn’t home yet, so I wonder why he’s panicking. “Isn’t that your father on the television?” Frowning, I picked up the remote and turned up the volume. We sadly announce the death of a business tycoon, Mr. Derek Shirley who passed away in the early hours of this morning after suffering from a cardiac arrest. People believe that the fall in his stock might have been the reason for his cardiac arrest. His funeral arrangements shall take place next week at his family house and his family pleads that their privacy should be respected as they mourn him.

SELENE ASHCROFT’S P.O.V. The first thing I noticed after dying was that nobody had bothered to explain the process. And Honestly, for something every living creature eventually experiences, you’d think there would be instructions, maybe a warning, even a brochure, or a pamphlet. There has to be something, at least a minimum helpful sign that screams: IT’S YOUR TIME TO DIE! OR WELCOME TO THE AFTERLIFE. A giant glowing billboard could work, or maybe an angel standing beside the road when death is near holding a clipboard as some kind of warning.

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.

But right now, in this moment, they had peace. Leonard's phone buzzed on the nightstand, shattering the quiet. He reached for it reluctantly, expecting another crisis. It was a text from an unknown number: Preliminary autopsy complete. Body identified as Grimstone Heyden. Death certificate will be filed tomorrow. Your mother has been notified. -Morrison So it was done. Officially, his father was dead. Leonard showed the message to Daveson. "Your mother knows now," Daveson said. "She'll be coming back."

And they're letting me. Time of death is called. 3:47 PM. A Wednesday in November. I died on a Wednesday. The nurses silence the alarms. Begin disconnecting machines. One of them is crying quietly—the young one, the one who hasn't learned to separate herself from the death yet. I want to thank her for crying. Want to tell her that at least one person in this room sees me as human. But I can't. Because I'm dead. --- Almost immediately, my family starts the paperwork.