Death's Game Kdrama Novels & Stories

His voice was getting frantic. Duke was not moving; his eyes were shut and his skin glistened with the first drops of rain that had come with the rumbling sky. “Duke!” Tim screamed. He had felt the panic in Jason’s voice and young as he was, he understood what that meant. Jack stood by the side, tears glimmering in his eyes. It seemed the boy had already given up on life before it started. “He is dead, is he not?” he asked.

Only one. Death Death is painful yet straightforward. By beheading, or a Darkling consumes them from within their soulless bodies. Once complete, they will turn to the ash from their birthright grounds. “How strange, yet sad,” I think while strumming my finger across the edge of the page. I sit and wonder how those women caused so much destruction and how so many loved them. The reality hits me like a ton of bricks. “... Sam! I bet this had to do with him!” I say his name an octave too loud.

The electricity was barely noticeable because the heat and sparks in my chest was way worse as it burst between the two of us. "Aaaw! This is sweet. Haydon, I didn't think you'd find her so soon!" I jumped out of Haydon's grip and turned around to see Death standing near my door and grinning at us. I looked at him in confusion. "How did you know his name?" I asked. Twice in one night, Death proved he knew Haydon. His eyes beamed in shock and he looked at Haydon. I swear they looked related to each other. Same blonde hair, same colour of eyes, but different all the same.

“We both know you want me.” “Oh, Kiran. Is Kai really that special?” Death asked him, with a smile on his face. “Yes!” Kiran yelled. “Is this that whole love thing again?” Death asked, and laughed. “Please.” Kiran looked at him, but Death wasn’t there anymore. “Hryggr um tíð,” Kiran whispered, and closed his eyes as he started to pray. He kept repeating those words, over and over. Kiran opened his eyes when he felt the air shift, and he watched as I stood in front of Kari, the gun aimed at the door where he would enter. It was happening in front of him, in this realm, as he watched me die again.

Da Kyung's stifled sobs still echoing in the background. *** Jae Woon ran to the morgue hastily. He then found out that Da Kyung is waiting for him in front of the morgue. "Kyung ah, what happened?" He asked in a worried tone. Da Kyung bit her lips. Tears stained her beautiful face. "Woon..." "Kyung, they said Ryan is dead. Is it true? They are lying, right?" "Woon, calm down, please?" Da Kyung approached the man and hugged him. "Ryan is dead. and the news is true."

Kobsook sat silent for a long time before breaking the silence. "Aru.., I don't know why this much tragedy happened in our family. After that Daeseong died. He died in a car accident in South Korea when he went there to visit his Dad who was in the hospital. And then Ying died so young from a heart attack just like Dad. Doctors found, she had a hole in her heart, right from the time of her birth. The doctors never said that at the time of her birth. They said she was a healthy baby. If we knew, we could have done something. Aroon, I don't know what sin I did to witness the deaths of all my loved ones. "

He had given me a second chance and I knew I had to say something to him about that. “Thank you.” Death nodded his head. He knew exactly what I was referring to. “You’re most welcome, Kiran.” He smiled stiffly. “What do you want?” “To warn you.” I wondered what game he was playing now. “About what and why?” I frowned as Death smiled sadly. “His time is up.” I felt like I couldn’t breathe as Death stood next to me and touched my soul. “Kai…” I managed to whisper through the pain and fear.

I take the page. I read it standing, the way I have read every document she has handed me since the kitchen eleven days ago, with my whole body still and my eyes on the paper and my brother's gold watch heavy on my wrist. The handwriting is hers: precise, economical, the letters small and even. The header is bureaucratic, the kind of header you find on a hundred documents in a hundred archives, and it lists an authorization code, a Palermo operation, and a target. The target's surname is Armenise. Beneath the header, in the same careful bureaucratic hand that fills a dozen pages of the ledger, is a signature line. The signature is not a name. It is a code. A string of numerals and a single i

“Eomma, it was just an activity for the university Christmas fest. I—” “An activity?” Mrs. Baek interrupted. “Were there no polo matches? No debates? You think you’ll be taken seriously as a politician after this K-pop circus? Have you completely lost your mind? Are you becoming stupid or something? You are a shame Suhee. I am very disappointed” Suhee’s throat tightened. “Forgive me, eomma.” “And what’s this about you revealing the truth behind Seungmin and Xiaolin’s deaths? What do you know about that?”

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”