Death Novels & Stories

F*ck, I’m doomed! **********

Another message. You killed the wrong sister.

😙😙 My king please don't click the button😞😖 I'll see you after your day off babeeeeeee :D We'll talk about the last will and I saw something about your Mom Warren: What about my mom? Dionne: On the real cause of your mother's death. I and our team dig deeper and check all the tests in her death :D Enjoy your day off love❤ I closed my phone and thought out what she's saying. The real cause of my Mom's death? It was cancer. I saw it in the cause of death. Ugh, stop it Warren. Just like what she said, enjoy my day off and think about it tomorrow.

he continued, "the eight minute mark is the period in which death flashes before your eyes; when the time is up or eight minutes has passed, you are physically declared deceased. Nothing is able to bring you back, unless in such a case as this, it's a miracle!" "Well I'm glad you think so; I couldn't imagine what I'd do without her," she then whispered, "Brit & Tom would be so angry." The dad nodded at her words. "Hm? Did you say something?" The doctor asked. The mom shook her head and I exited the scene; I've already wasted too much time here, but being in this plane sped time up. I looked at Thanatos and he said nothing, only giving me a knowing nod. I retur

Age at death: 6 years old Date of death: 10th December, XXXX (1:30 AM) My body collapsed onto the floor. “NO!!!”

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

[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.]

Lifeless. And then, I hit send.

He’s wearing black, as usual, the fabric of his suit is crisp and expensive, but there’s something different about him this time. Behind him, Nikolai moves to his side, standing slightly behind him, the perfect shadow. No one speaks at first. Then Dmitri exhales, shaking his head slightly, as if amused by our silence. “I take it you’ve all been waiting impatiently.” Dante tilts his head slightly. “You have news.” Dmitri smirks. “I do.” He looks directly at Dante, then at Matteo, then at me. “Kai is dead.”

"Tell me it's fake. The death certificate—it's fake, right? He's not dead!" Danny exhaled hard, eyes already heavy with the answer. He pulled out a stack of papers and slid them over. "I'm sorry, Dr. Foster. It's real." On top—plain and brutal: [William Wright. Date of Death: March 17, 2020. Cause: hemorrhagic shock.] Delia jerked her hand back like it burned, then snatched the page again, her fingers shaking. A tear hit the corner, smearing the ink. "No... this isn't possible..."