Death Of An Outsider Novels & Stories

I bit down. Hard. Bone cracked. Blood flooded my mouth. He struggled, claws scraping uselessly against my back. Then slowly. His movements weakened. His body stilled. Silence filled the room. I held on for a moment longer, just to be sure that the scum was dead. Then I released him. I sat there for a few minutes and I found myself smiling. I didn’t just kill someone who killed my parents. I killed a King who would have made his people miserable. I killed a ruthless leader who would have spilt blood like it was nothing. And now I get to go back home to my beautiful mate. Is the war over outsider?

His eyes stayed clear, brown, pools of looking outwards for seconds only before closing, and the last thing that life offered by way of its goodbye was the sound of the increasing rain, as it landed on his head and that now, sodden, leather jacket. When the old woman came out again clutching her little plastic bag of medicine, she turned to glance at Sèdonoudè, and this time she saw that something was not right with his world. She hurried back inside and came out again with a young, white coated pharmacy girl, who peered at him with curiously enlarged blue eyes through bottle top lenses. ‘Monsieur? Monsieur!’ she said, then placed a hand on his shoulder to gently shake him. ‘Il est mort!’ sa

Her lifeless eyes were open, staring sightlessly up at him. Conner turned away, fighting to control the nausea roiling in his stomach. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly through his nose. The dead man would turn out to be a drug dealer, Conner knew, a low-life whose death would be no great loss to anyone. But the woman was different. She had been killed, her body mutilated, simply because that was how it had been done on a stupid television show. Her death was obscene, an abomination, a cry against everything civilized. Some faceless scriptwriter penned a gruesome incident in a stab for ratings, and an innocent woman had died and been defiled because of it.

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

Melody looked at Zach dotingly like a woman in love. Zach sure had his way with words. He could easily console Melody with just a few words. I did not listen to the rest of their conversation. My mind was only engrossed in one thing. No wonder Brandon did not like me—he was Melody's husband. I had to give it to Melody. She had an affair right under Brandon's nose, even when they worked together. I wondered what had happened to Brandon after my death in my past life. Then, an idea came to me. I was delighted.

“Poor thing. She finally made it to sixteen, and still didn’t survive…” Mary raised her head and looked at her. “It’s not Bella,” she said. “It’s Clara.” Ms. Hill froze. The expression on her face shifted from pity to shock, and then to something else. Her voice rose, loud enough for the whole yard to hear. “Clara is dead? Wasn’t it Bella who was supposed to be taken?” No one answered her. She stood there, holding a fur bag. Her mouth moved faster than her thoughts as she muttered, “This… the one who should die didn’t, and the one who shouldn’t did…”

Eventually, I moved on to a new home, a new job, and a new life. One day, I received a call from the police. The officer said, "Ms. Sawyer, good evening. We found a man who froze to death overnight at a cemetery. "He was heavily intoxicated. We traced his records and found that you were listed as his emergency contact." I exhaled slowly. "I used to be, but not anymore. Please proceed with your standard protocols." "Understood. Sorry to disturb you." After hanging up, I looked toward the sky and whispered a quiet prayer. I asked the universe to send kindness to those who truly needed it.

He felt it was taking something from him. “Jack! Tim! You need to leave this place!” he cried. But they sat hurdled together without any indication that they had heard him. “Come on! Leave or he will kill you! He’s a mad man, the demon himself!” Still, there was no indication that they could hear him. He sat on the ground this time, dejected. Outside, the darkness slowly settled over the city, blurring out the light. **

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

he muttered under his breath as we went through the red sky and through what I assumed was a portal. I saw Riota again and found out I was no longer with Edwin, but death was still guiding me back to my neighbours house. I saw the people bundling up bodies some crying, one woman was wrapping my body " It was a sad day eh? " Death asked. I nodded as he put me on the ground beside my body . "you'll heal from here onwards, Immortal, I have to say Micheal, you're a lucky one, "