Death Of The Flash Novels & Stories

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

But when they showed me her body, pale and lifeless, I felt something inside me die with her. End of Flashback

“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." Tears welled in Lily’s eyes as her chest tightened painfully. She turned to Clara, who was still frozen in place, her hand trembling against her lips. “This…this isn’t real,” Lily murmured, shaking her head as if trying to wake herself from a nightmare. “It can’t be.” Clara finally looked at her, her eye

This is going to be it, I am going to die all because I placed my trust where I shouldn’t have. People always say that your life flashes before your eyes right before you die, everything you have ever done, every piece of mistake you have ever made, every decision you may have come to regret. All of them come together to be with you in your final seconds but as I sit here in this warehouse looking through the barrel of my own gun, my mind is completely empty. There is no flashback, no replays, just nothingness. I had always felt that there would be more, in fact I had come to expect it over the years but apparently the final moments of death have been greatly exaggerated.

His body glowed momentarily, glowing almost as bright as she had when she had attained the Ultimate Speedverse and then vanished once more in a burst of blue lightning. Now there is no power over death. . .at least none that I’ve ever heard of. Even the Heralds themselves cannot undo the loss of life. All they can do is progress because only chaos would come out of it should one try to reverse the effects of death. But my Dad survived. Yes. Because he did not really die. Look closely. . . Viper rewatched the scene like video playback and sure enough, she caught just a glimpse of her father's body vanish before the explosion could rip him apart and reappear after it was over then vanish again

So, instead of asking, I chose to be silent and just observe him. Three months passed, and I already heard the news regarding my death. People nowadays knew that I died from an explosion, and my house was burnt because of it. For sure, just like what we'd planned, the Mendozas knew about my death. Yet, behind their backs, I'm currently preparing to be back and finally get the revenge I deserve. Nicholas and I were in the middle of our conversation when Dr. Melendez entered the room. He faced us and turned to me.

Her surroundings darkened into a new nauseous certainty only she could see. Sophie was broken! And she was dying! Goodbye Ryan Reynolds, you may maintain those abs and that V-line for the rest of your life. And please never repeat the Green Lantern again! For the love of shit! One last beat of her heart. Then she succumbed to oblivion. Void nothingness. ***** Sophie knew she had died.

Faith said as his voice broke, “Please… I beg you, don’t accept it.” “This… has always… been my dream…” Allorah whispered as she looked at the ground, “So please understand.” Faith didn’t say a word. His silence is the only answer. Turning, he walked away but stopped and looked over his shoulder. Sad eyes meeting Allorah’s. “This will be your doom.” End of Flashback. Faith begged me so many times, he almost cried begging me. But for being greedy, I didn’t think on the consequences. The consequences that lead to his death and destruction of the others.

she asked. "Soñar," She gasped again and smiled, "I'm so sorry for your loss. I hope Soñar gets repaid badly for his misdeeds," I let out a choked laugh and cleaned my tears, "Soñar is also dead. Dashiell killed him."

That's what it always is. I had always been the unlucky one. The flashback hit me hard, pulling me back to when I was only eight years old. FLASHBACK – AGE 8 The funeral hall was cold and filled with most people I had never met, dressed in black. I stood beside my mother, my small hand clutching hers, staring at the closed casket of my father, Declan Mathew. He had died in a car accident. It was sudden and violent. There was no way he could have survived that.