Death On The Nile Novels & Stories

Before I die, I'm taking you with me. Nathan's gaze flickered to the knife in her hand, and he gulped. "Let me go. I'll find the best doctors in the world to treat you." Trinity let out a hysterical laugh. "Too late. Go to hell." With that, she plunged the blade into his stomach and carved out both kidneys. I turned away, drifting out of the warehouse. I didn't dare look back. Nathan's agonized screams echoed in my ears. A single tear slipped down my cheek before it vanished into nothing.

Eloise “Who is that man?” Nalia asked suspiciously. “A dead man,” I said, and they frowned. “Literally, he's dead.” “What do you mean he’s dead?” Kael asked, confused. “He's the eldest son of my late father's wife, the brother of the woman my mate cheated on me with, and he's dead,” I said calmly, and they were surprised. "Really, Denzel was one of those who fell in the fight between the packs. He's one of the 60 dead who fell in the ambush by the Spiral Moon Pack on the Iron Bite Pack. I know this because right after his death, Dinora sought refuge in my family's pack and ended up marrying my father. But that was always her plan."

Friends at the top saw this and were going to come help. "But I was too weak... my grip began to slip and before I knew it, she holding on by finger tips. She begged me not to let go. I tried to use my other hand to get a better grip. My other hand was sweatier and so she slipped. The fall killed her instantly." Ashleigh closed her eyes at the thought. She opened them again and looked at the man beside her. "I'm sorry," she said. Richard looked at her with a small smile, "It's alright." He looked his hands and let out a sigh. He then asked, "Wait... what are you doing here?"

Yet, Zona goes in search of his son very early in the morning before going to his farm. * * * There were many things I don't know but now I do. One of them was the river we had crossed many months back when I was forced into the city. The river is called the Nile River. I was told that many people have died passing through it yet our captors who I later got to know as the Benjol Slave traders still rode through. They said it was their livelihood, their source of living. As we had entered the city, everything, everyone was been fascinating. Their way of living for one is envied, they had many colors of clothes to wear. Some had a soft texture as soft as the wool of a sheep. Some were hard lik

There was no news, no information about them, not from any person or even the internet. Oliver was relieved and believed that she died and that they won the game. But Thomas, he could never get rid of the fear that someday they would come back and get their revenge. And now here he was, in front of his warehouse, watching it burn to ash, and reading the note that was written with blood in the same way as 6 years ago. The effect it held on him was similar too. He stepped back but tripped and fell on the floor. He began longing for air and started coughing loudly.

Trent added as he pulled the trigger to Reinaldo shooting him in his head. Everyone was in shock to watch Trent do that without any hesitation in his eyes and voice. "This your life is worthless as payment for what you’ve done, but killing you is one of the best things I’ve ever decided to do." Trent said and pulled another trigger to the old man’s body that is laying on the ground. "Trent." Death called his name. River immediately runs towards his brother and friends just like the other did, Chaos eyes are already about to close and his eyeballs are like full white already but looks like he is trying to stay awake. Blood lifted and laid on Death’s lap.

He quickly realized that Nixon had perished in the hands of Horace. Horace was truly evil to be backstabbing his own allies. And the worst thing that came out of this mess was that Caspian was labeled as the killer. He couldn't care less about it as he never planned to let anyone get out of here alive. "The head elder is dead! We gotta retreat!" "We're all gonna die if we don't make a run for it now!" "Retreat!" The people of the TMAA instantly lost their will to fight after hearing about Nixon's death.

He'd eventually found an opportunity to kill me. After my death, I'd lingered as a ghost, unable to move on. I had followed Jack and Kate, watching them live their twisted, off-and-on lives. In the end, they were happy together. It wasn't until Kate botched another surgery and an enraged patient stabbed her in the heart that I saw darkness again. And when I opened my eyes, I was back here, the day before that ill-fated surgery. … Staring at the sterile white ceiling, I could still feel the ache in my abdomen from the pre-op injections.

He simply nodded, and that was enough. “Dr. Vance,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “It’s good to meet you in person.” I nodded in return. “Likewise, General Cole.” There was no need for pleasantries. I knew why I was here, and so did he. Without another word, he gestured for me to sit. “I’m sure you’ve seen the reports. You’ve read about the fever. The people who’ve died. The ones who’ve turned. It’s a nightmare. And we’re losing. Every day, we lose more ground to the infected.”

I waited until it was close to midnight—I had three minutes to go. I started thinking back on my life, but it was too simple and plain. There didn't seem to be much to remember. My life had been a tragedy from the moment I was born. The minutes turned to seconds, and I slumped onto the table. I had my urn and photo beside me. Five, four, three, two, one… The countdown ended, and a dead silence descended upon me. The room went silent—even the sound of my breathing disappeared. At the same time, I heard the sound of the doorknob turning. Someone was back!