Deathless Death Novels & Stories

“We will annihilate, we will destroy, we will conquer. The above statement is our pledge for life. We will do it in the best of our ability. Our bond is eternal, it can never break, it will not falter. We are the Death Legion and it is peace we bring.” ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

She then looked at at him as she exclaimed, "How dare you!" "It's your surname though!" She slapped his arm and for a moment he lost control of the car but quickly recovered. "Shit..." Ashleigh breathed out as Damien chuckled nervously. "Sorry." "I swear if I died I would've killed you!" "How would you do that when you're dead?" "I'll possess you and make you commit suicide." Damien gave her a look. "Thats dark woman." "I love you too."

He can feel someone touch his face until he loses complete consciousness. “Mom… Kara, Mara…” he called until he completely gave in. Those three words are his last words before he died as if he was trying to call his family. After a minute, the guy who is in front of Fletcher’s dead body, slowly stands on the ground and puts his hands on his pocket. “Clean this mess. And also, prepare the records for his shipment,” he ordered his men. “Yes sir!” his men answered in chorus. He smiled a bit then took his cellphone from his pocket.

I didn’t imagine the voice. It was as clear as day, as loud as if she were standing right next to me. And even though my mind is doubting it, my heart knows for a fact that it was her. Except she’s dead. …Right? Or is she “dead” in the same way Headmaster Stroud suspects my father is dead? Meaning, alive somewhere. “Come on,” Alec whispers. He leads the way out of the bush, and we peek around the pool house’s corner. The coast is clear.

Lysander’s presence fades like silk sliding off skin and the third god arrives. This one feels completely different from the other two. Cold. Patient. Vast as the empty space between stars. Ancient in a way that makes War and Pleasure feel young by comparison. Sable. Even my name sounds like a funeral bell when this god says it. I am Morven. Death claims the final bond. “Death God. Wonderful. What exactly do you require from me?”

we are all pawns in his game. He met my gaze, and his lips curled up in a cold, humourless smile, but his eyes.... his eyes lit up with something else. Something that was deathly close to the thin line between pure hatred and unfiltered desire.

Under their reprimands, I walked into the operating room without hesitation. Anesthesia was injected into my body. I could clearly feel the cold blade of the scalpel cutting through me. At the same time, the system's final countdown echoed in my ears. "Five… four… three… two… one…" "Host erasure complete." In my next life, I never want to meet them again.

" I wondered who it was that had used my phone to send these messages after I died. I tried my best to recall what happened after I entered the basement. However, I could not remember anything else other than the sound of something heavy dropping onto the floor. The lights in the basement were kept on for the next few days. Layla was focused on carving a plaster head using a carving knife. She traced the eye on the head carefully with the sharp tip of the knife. The facial features on the plaster head felt so familiar that it made Layla pause. Her hands trembled slightly. Philip walked over to her and gave her a nod of approval. He pointed to the sculpture of a human figure standing in a cor

He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction. The room fell deathly silent. Everyone waited, holding their breath for the final pronouncement. "Murder." The word hit like a thunderclap, echoing in the shocked silence. Chaos erupted once more, the noise from the reporters deafening, while online, the live stream chat exploded with comments: "Sabrina is dead!?" "No way! How is this possible?!" "Murder? What is he saying? That Arianna and Charles killed her?" "OMG, this is wild!"

This new test, however, was legally binding and established Daniel as Florence's sole heir. Florence's condition deteriorated further over the next six months. One late autumn evening, a caretaker played a movie for her. When the scene showed a young man speeding on a highway and crashing, Florence suddenly reacted violently. She threw herself from the sixth floor and died instantly. Acting as her late son's widow, Marigold was the one who handled Florence's funeral arrangements. With no surviving parents or children, Florence's death ensured that all her assets, including the share of Chester's estate she had inherited, went entirely to Daniel.