Death Of The Flash Novels & Stories

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

Every nerve of his body was excited, and he felt that he had already mastered the skill of avoiding accidental deaths. ‘Death Judge, you can’t kill me. I have already seen through the death that you designed. Just like when I’m driving now, one deep breath of mine, one turn of my head, and even these words of mine will cause the butterfly effect of a series of events, ultimately causing me to die a few years later. Thirty years, ten years, tomorrow, or today, or the next second. I don’t know about these, but I can capture some traces, see the omens, and understand your design, avoiding death in time!’ he thought.

I looked at Miguel and rolled my eyes, I mean what could have happened in a couple weeks. "You both have been gone three years, your father agreed reluctantly to punish you for killing the human Jorge, sorry for your three losses," Destiny's voice bellowed around us both, fading as she disappeared. Miguel eyed me curiously and I shuddered as a chill ran up my back. My Death signals were flashing erratically, this wasn't good.

Winter turns around, looking backward, and sees darkness and shadows; the darkness makes a hissing sound. “Doctor, time of death 10h43am.” Removing the gloves and throwing them in the bin, the doctor rinses his hands and meets with Johnathan and Tiffany, “we got some bad news. We tried everything, but it was unsuccessful.” Johnathan falls to his knees crying, “not her also,” as Tiffany consoles him. “She is in a better place with your mom,” those words are somehow comforting. “Doctor, what causes this? Did this have to do with the accident?”

He sacrificed himself to give me time to fix what I broke. Forty-eight hours to make negotiable death work before Original Death returns and ends everyone. But I can’t move, can’t think, can’t function through the grief.

The cold wind wrapped around Raven’s body as she fell into the abyss. Raven remembers a tear cascading down her cheeks as memories flashed through her. People say the memories flash like a movie in front of you when you are about to die, and it did for Raven. She knew then that she was going to die. Although she had a bitter life, she willingly closed her eyes and welcomed the impact, accepting that death would be her end. However, her ending isn’t what she thought it would be.

It has to end because my head will surely explode if not. "Time of Death: 3:45 pm." Then I breathed a signed of relief. At the same time, the deafening cry of the soul was swallowed up by the darkness of the earth. When he got there the beautiful fireflies appeared to him. a sight he had only seen once in his entire life. something he was very happy about.

Why didn’t I know she’d been in that much pain? The doors finally open. A doctor approaches, clipboard in hand. “Mr. Dorne?” I snap to attention. “How is she?” “She’s asleep now,” he says. “Stable. Her vitals are normal. The episode was acute but not dangerous in the long term.” My knees nearly buckle with relief. I exhale, slow and shaky. “What caused it?” “Migraines of that intensity,” the doctor continues, “can be triggered by memory flashes, especially in patients who have experienced amnesia.”

"Yes, and this time it's worse." "That is a very bad thing." Liam's voice came off thoughtfully but Pierce, who had different thoughts wafting through his head, didn't seem to notice. "So have you heard from him?" Pierce asked again. "If what you said is true, then we're in a lot of trouble." Liam finally said after breathing out. "Earlier this week, Sandler Flash was found dead. I saw his dead body with my own eyes. Death was clean because he was said to be poisoned with a commonly used poison. It so happened that the surveillance cameras were down that day, hence, no one knows who served him food or drinks in his office."

He said, "Dead or alive, she still ruined it all." It took all of me to stay silent at the moment. I looked away and mumbled to myself, "Then somethings are better left unsaid." **FLASHBACK** The chaos that filled the room after the gunshot was unbearable. Frank stood paralyzed as he looked at her numb body laying there on the ground, blood seeping down from her stomach drowning her in it.