Death Writing Novels & Stories

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

"Dr. Harper really knows how to keep her husband under control. I should learn from her." A bitter smile tugged at my lips. They thought I was signing because I was afraid of losing my marriage. However, the truth was, I knew exactly what would happen if I refused. Just like in my previous life, they would dissect the child's body in the name of medical research. They were afraid that if I called the police, a forensic examination might uncover something they could not explain. This innocent child was already dead. I could not allow him to be disturbed even after death.

It wasn't a surprise. It was a Death Certificate. Name of Deceased: Leo Williams. Date of Death: Seven days ago. Cause of Death: Complications due to prolonged respiratory failure and delayed medical intervention. The world tilted. The twinkling fairy lights turned into mocking, jagged sparks. The scent of jasmine became the cloying smell of a funeral parlor. "No," Harry gasped, dropping to his knees on the manicured grass. "No, the doctor said... he said he was fine..."

A single tear rolling down his cheek before he collapsed back onto the bed, lifeless. "No,no,no,no." The news anchor’s voice filled the silence. “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."

She looked at me and suddenly at She stopped herself only to take a deep breath. “Alpha, Death is part of being alive we what we are because of it ! It is an exciting moment in life and it’s something which should be celebrated,” she said as if trying to convince herself to believe that “Besides without death we would take a lot of things for granted example your birthday like you are doing now instead of celebrating” She attacked me jokingly and I smiled.

Anything I see in there will give me closure about what was really happening at the time of his death. the death that left me with nothing after he was gone

She was dying. ...

Death was a tall 6'5", slim man with mostly pale skin. His arms, like his legs, were pitch black. His hair was long, about shoulder length, and almost as dark as his limbs. Death was wearing a dark purple robe that went down to the top of his shins with a hood on the back. The sleeves were long enough to cover his lanky arms. His office was a simple room, about eight-hundred square feet, with grey walls. There was a desk and a plaque behind the desk that reads "Memento Mori" Death didn't care for the plaque and often saw it as kind of a joke. He was given it as a gift though, so he kept it hung up at all times, hoping his new recruits wouldn't notice.

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.

Vivian was yet to know what she had gotten herself into, Alice thought, her grip on the shovel handle tightening until her knuckles shone white with tension. Alice gently opened the head of the coffin, holding her breath in both anticipation and disgust, as the air of death wafted up from inside. Werewolves, when they died, were fast food for more terrifying worms than the average human, and it was even worse if the wolf in question was evil leading to their death. Their corpse rots eternally.