Death Of The Flash Novels & Stories

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."

" Dalton is leaving, Nish seems somewhat uncomfortable. The boys walk past him and rejoin the party. If I was alive those guys wouldn't be here. They do not belong to the group. But what group? To the group of hypocrites? I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Dalton, who had gestured with his glass to Nisha. But what he did next gave me a lot to understand: he forms a pistol with his fingers and aims at Nish, but then he points himself in the forehead and shoots himself. A flashback appears in my mind: a dark room, a silhouette in front of me, a gun pointed at me, and a shot. I came out of my thoughts totally scared by what had happened. I had had a memory. A memory of my death.

Jason pulled out a chair and sat down, facing his laptop. He dug his hands into his pocket to take out a flash drive. Staring blankly at it and turning it around his fingers, he inserted it into the laptop. It was the video of the day, Crystal died. How did he get the video? FLASHBACK

I’m shaking too violently to do anything but watch as she crouches and lets the lighter fall. The spark catches instantly. Flames erupt, racing around the gasoline like a predator closing in on its prey. Heat prickles my skin, the air turning stifling. This can’t be it. Not like this. I can’t die here. Autumn’s face flashes in my mind—her smile, her laughter, her quiet strength. I’ll never see her again. I’ll never see Lucas. I cry out, the sound raw and primal, a desperate plea to the universe. "No! Please!"

she smirked, leaning in just enough to invade my space. "I'll just wait for when your fear is at its peak, that way I can enjoy the sound of you screaming and begging for mercy." "you're going to get caught.” I said, forcing conviction into my voice, despite the dread twisting in my belly, “They are coming for you. Both of you." "Ha! No one is coming, Evelyn. And just to prove that fact, I'll have you know, that right now, Harrison's is speaking to the news channel. He's selling them a story about how you 'accidently' died in a car crash."

The Triplets cannot believe their eyes. I realise half sprint I'm not going to make it. It hit the center of the chapel, right beneath where I stand, and I'm not moving fast enough to not get struck. Well, this is it. This is how I die. Death by lightning. One of the most unfortunate ways to die. How fitting. I blink and open my eyes, warmth spreading through me. Above me, Alpha Keon is holding me in his arms, his eyes glowing. Holy shit.

I said, my voice echoing with the authority of ten lifetimes. ​I didn't swing at her. I swung at the floor. ​The white energy ripped through the foundations of the Iron Fortress. The Great Hall didn't just collapse; it unraveled. The stone turned to dust, the shadows turned to light, and the First Life began to fade, her violet eyes wide with a realization she couldn't comprehend. ​"You're... you're destroying the timeline!" she shrieked, her body turning translucent. ​"I'm ending the loop," I corrected.

She pursed her lips. Lucas shoved the box into her hands nonetheless. "You're still as stubborn as ever. I'm here to ask you about your mom's third death anniversary. If you have any plans in mind, let me know in advance so I can help you with it." Ariel paused briefly. She did not expect Lucas would remember about that. Elena passed away a year before Ariel got married. It would soon be her third death anniversary. Jayson probably was not even aware of this. "Alright, I'll see you at the convention hall in a bit." Lucas looked at his phone and stroked her hair as he always did. Then, he turned around and left.

Memories flashed like I was seeing a movie. The fire. Adrian’s face, smirking as the flames devoured my world.Selling my inheritance. Working three jobs. Donating my kidney. The betrayal. And then, images I didn’t recognize. Running down a city street at night with heavy downpour. Blinding headlights, screeching tires. Panic. A crash. Blood. And darkness. Two lives; mine and another, colliding in my head like thunder. My breaths came out ragged. “I… I died,” I whispered. “And now I…”

I didn’t have any close friends I could visit, and my phone kept blinking with notifications—more fake news about my wedding. Apparently, some random man had appeared in public, pretending to be my secret lover, and now the media was eating it up. Meanwhile, my name? Completely dragged through the dirt. Smeared like I was some shameless cheat. But whatever. That didn’t bother me. I’d just messed up my eyeliner, thrown on something half-decent, and stepped out of my room—completely forgetting I hadn’t buckled my heel properly. As soon as I moved, my ankle twisted, and I went flying toward the ground.