Death Wings Novels & Stories

He inserted his dick into me and began to move fast and rough movements. When he did what he wanted, he left me motionless on the floor. "Hope you die slowly and painfully, bitch." he said and spat at me. The only thing I could see was that his partner Michael was standing up. Apparently the wound was only superficial. "Tom .." "Come on, Mike, let's get out of here. This bitch is dead anyway," he looked at me, knowing I was on the verge of death. They left me to die alone and helpless in that shack. He killed my husband in front of me. I stood there for hours, praying to die.

Some had tried to kill him, then and there, but my voice had cut through it all. “Let him go.” Not out of mercy. But because I wanted him to live knowing he had been beaten. Not killed. This was worse. Because he would not dare kill himself, he could only live hearing, not seeing, how the world would move on without him. Wolfless. Friendless. Alone for as long as he naturally drew breath. Aside from that minor inconvenience, the last of the Death Wraiths fell soon after. Poisoned. Crushed. Hunted. Their presence, like his, faded into the wind.

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

the mysterious being said to me in a forbidding whisper-like voice. “Wh-who are you,” I asked with fear lacing my words. The mysterious being slowly turned towards me and with a sarcastic smirk he replied, "I am a shell of the God I once was, my dear Gia. I have had many names, Hel, La Muerte, Shinigami, Psychopomp, and Thanatos. Many in North America know me as the Grim Reaper or just plain Death for short. In this moment, and under this demon’s rule, I am Thanatos.

As soon as he’s within range, I catch his throat between my jaws. But I bite slowly. Savor the sour taste of his blood. I want undeniable fucking proof that Floyd is dead, that I’ve destroyed the threat to my mate, her family, our life together. A sandpapery whimper escapes his throat the second before he goes limp. All his planning, all his smooth fucking talking, and Floyd Winters died as a wolf who couldn’t even howl.

My wound was still bleeding rapidly. Due to my excessive blood loss, I had lost the ability to shout for help. However, I could still hear their voices. They were impatient. "Speak up. Are you dead?" Three consecutive calls, three were three chances, yet no one came to my rescue. I could clearly feel the murderer cutting into my skin with a knife and whispering in my ear. "It's Samantha's wedding today. It's your blessing to be able to use your blood to commemorate her." After cutting off my limbs bit by bit with a knife, he cut open my stomach. Blood flowed all over the floor. I was dead, completely dead.

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

From Drugs to Brothels. Killing people was nothing but a game for him. He showed no mercy, nothing to the people who dared to raise their heads in front of him. His games were always dangerous and stained with Blood. Velenoso was the second name of Death. The Poisonous death. Sabrina couldn't believe her sister was married to such a man. Bella shook her head, tears strolled down her cheeks. "No, I heard him talking to someone over the phone…" she whispered and told Sabrina everything she heard.

Zadicus asked, stretching his army, ready to fight the army sprinting towards them. “More than before.” He smirked back. “Ah.. this is going to be thrilling.” Kriss whispered, voice deeper, huskier with a hint of tempt. He didn’t chanted this time, exhaled deeply, staring intensely at the dead, calling his spell, “White Death.” “What the-” Zadicus didn’t get a chance to speak anything, not expecting Kriss to use a life threatening spell. White patterns began to emerge on the skeletons, restricting their breaths, suffocating them.

Or so I’ve been told. But somehow, as I watch those black forms descend and listen to Sadhi’s screams… I just know, in my bones, that it isn’t right. That this isn’t fair. That there has to be another way. When her body lays dead and abandoned on the floor, the wraiths carry Sadhi’s limp soul away, sweeping down into the pit and past us all as they surge through the door and into the Deadlands.