Deathless Death Novels & Stories

She started planning for Elena's third death anniversary. Katie viewed the third death anniversary with great importance. It signified a closure point of the grieving process, and it was a significant occasion for the older generations. It was two weeks to Elena's third death anniversary. Ariel still had time to prepare.

Then another silence filled the room before Gab ended the call with a disappointed face. “I am sure they did not find anyone alive,” I said. “Or any dead body in the scene, for that matter,” Almira added. “Does it mean these assassins are undefeatable?” Marco asked. “It’s not that they are undefeatable,” I answered. “It’s that the moment they draw their last breath, their body would whither. Their bones dry up, and as if that is not enough, these bones turn into dust.” “Eh!?” Matt yelped.

Damin – POV A knock on the door jolted me awake from my stupor. “Come in.” “We have two bad news,” Dexter said as he walked in. I frowned. “What now?” I didn’t want to sound annoyed but couldn’t help it. It’s been three months, and I haven't been able to sleep or eat, all because of Stella. “Alpha Altair is dead,” Dexter said with a frown. “An assassin from the Night Angel killed him.”

Lena continued. She took a few steps forward and found herself right in front of Death. She raised her face up to look at his eyes. “We were only together because you knew what I was, you used and manipulated me!.” “That’s a lie, I had never done such!.” Death (Charles) busted. ‘Come on break!!’ Lena thought. “Even now you lie when I know the truth!.” “I may be a Devil but lying isn’t a good touch on my amore!.” Death replied.

Sunny Life: “Desert is usually a gentle girl. Getting killed once make a lady a bitch!” Desert: “It’s none of your business. Dark Death, come out and explain. Why did you kill me?” Dark Death: “Do I need a reason to kill you?” Desert: “Can’t you give me a reason? Aren’t you fighting for Lucifer? Last time I saw you standing next to each other. I have a screenshot of it. Dark Death was standing beside Lucifer with invisibility. I just used a kill at that time so, I could see the hidden Phantasm.

' The ruby dew sank into the earth as it was eagerly consumed, the weeds wafting and seeming to reach out for the bleeding wrist, hungry for more as the soil heaved erotically beneath as it began to spit out the dead. Glassy eyes peeled open, revealing empty sockets, but the ability to see was not down to eyes alone and the gifts of death and their new master were enough to guide. Their hearing was beyond the skills of the normal human, even beyond the blind. Each beat of the pulse, each sway of a blade of grass could be heard. Not many dragged themselves from their lonely bed. In the last few years only five people had been laid to rest there and they were the only ones intact enough to res

Rowan asked. Harkan looked toward the West—past the mountains, past the ruins of the Council’s old empire, toward the **Great Dead Zone**. "There is a place where the threads never reached. A place so broken and barren that even the Aethel-Group didn't want to buy it. We call it the **Dust-Well**." "It's a death sentence," Rowan said. "It's a chance to be invisible," I said, looking at the silver scars on my arms. "And right now, being invisible is the only way we stay alive."

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

"Do you want to lie down for a while?" "No," said Ace Denzell firmly. "Not yet. I just need to sit here for a little while longer and let all my energy drain off into this wound. The sooner it’s healed, the better." Dhampir Silas was unsure of how much more energy he could take before his body shut down completely. They sat there in silence for a long time until he said, ''You are the Ace of the Dark Shadow Coven, Ace Denzell, a Moroi with Spirit Magic. Who can freeze an even stronger enemy with the help of his Spirit Charm, so why did you get hit by an Ultima Wolf Edric?''

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.