Death Stare Novels & Stories

Stella sat across him, knocked on the table rhythmically, and said, "When you woke up, you went to open the curtains. It was very dark outside, but you still have to go out, for there is something you need to do, and this is something only you can do." Samuel was scared and he started looking around. "You're not dead?" "Were you hoping that I didn't die? If I didn't die, then you would not have made a huge mistake. At least, you could still live a happy life. But, I am dead now, and you will not be able to keep your life too," Stella said, and she knew that the person he saw was Darren.

Blakeley hugged her back, sighing in relief. “Thank you so much Cole.” Cassie said as she pulled away from the hug. “Sure.” He replied. “Cassie, what is going on? Cole said Stacey is dead.” Blakeley said in fear and Cassie nodded. “You guys need to leave before the reporters spot you.” Cole said, looking around. “Yeah, sure.” Cassie replied and Blakeley nodded before handing Cole his jacket. She got into the car and Cassie smiled at Cole. “Thank you.”

Kie inquired. “That is something we don’t quite understand either,” Clary said in response. “When he died, after a few seconds, his body started to burn off almost as if it was caught on fire when in reality it was not. It burned until it changed to thin dust particles that soon were too small for our eyes to see.” “Oh, wow,” Kie did not know a much better reply. “Yep,” Aiden said, popping the p. “And oh, Sarah and Clary want us to go to the pack and announced that Star is dead.”

we are here. I opened doors at the same time Vince did it too. Three kids. Two boys and one girl was laying on the ground under shrub even if it was impossible to say who was who, only long girls' hair and clothes managed to put away a veil of unknowing. Their bodies were dry they looked like mummies. On their faces were frozen smiles. My poisons made their death feel like heaven because of that they died with a smile on them and it froze even after death. One more gift to a death god...he was there...he knew it that I will break...and he was angry that I waited so long. And he will be angrier about what I will do. -"Make a cross" Vince looked at me surprised. "No, make three crosses and pu

But the blood-red words were still there, floating right in front of me. 【It's over. The second you step into the advanced healing room, they'll call the Luna's time of death.】 【They're just waiting for you to walk in and be the damn scapegoat.】 【The entire room will cover for the Elder's daughter, Stella. They'll pin the Luna's death on you and call it medical malpractice.】 【BE CAREFUL!】 I gasped, a sharp intake of breath. Stella. She was a healer from my class and the only daughter of Head Elder Harrison.

Her voice was quiet through the rain and eyebrows furrowed so deeply that they created a dent between the two. "Reniella De Vega and Deshawn Cervantes. Don't worry, I'm just checking in," Death replied. From the time written on his watch, it was New Year's Eve that Deshawn Cervantes was supposed to die. Deshawn, though soaked from the rain, looked very much alive. "We're fine," Reniella cut in sharply. Death nodded his head slowly and the gold sheen of life that exuviated from Deshawn was clear even through the darkness. It was a bright aura that stuck to his body and stretched out before melting against Reniella's ambiance.

He laid it on the vanity beside the laptop and flipped it open. A death certificate stared up at me. Name: CLARA KANE Status: DECEASED Date of Death: 3 YEARS AGO Cause: COMPLICATIONS FOLLOWING NEUROLOGICAL TRAUMA I stared. The seal was real. The signatures were real. My stomach lurched. “This is a fake,” I said. “It’s legal,” he replied. “Which is what matters.” Anger flared, hot and blinding. “You declared me dead,” I said. “On paper. To who?”

I frowned, "why not now?" "Don't be too hasty, he deserved to die a disgraceful death, his true form will be revealed when you stab him and the world will know what a filth Dylan Sabastine is" I nodded, liking his idea, two days from now, Dylan Sabastine will be dead and gone forever.

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...