Deathless Death Novels & Stories

He again removed my arm away from him and questioning eyes darted across my face, "You seem to bring the death subject a lot lately." His words somehow let the smile slip off my face. I shrugged nonchalantly as I gazed outside the window, "Well, in the end, we all are going die, aren't we?" Death. That word alone used to scare me. Well, not anymore. Because death, is not the greatest loss in our life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. ********** Cara's POV My attention drifted from the conversation Katherine and Ashton's sister - Zoe - were having and my gaze fell on Chase and Lilly sitting together at the couch silently playing together. I smiled at how cute they looke

Not for any reason, but I realised the death plague hades brought along wasn't gone yet, even though Hades was. Word Count : 751 Sing Of Choice : Dead to Life By Ecstatic Ft Krigarè Ask Your Questions :

"There’s no heat, no radiation, and no debris. Elara, the matter isn't being destroyed. It’s being dereferenced." High above the iridescent rifts, three obsidian-class shapes descended. They didn't look like the needle-probes of the past. They were jagged, shifting geometries of matte black that seemed to swallow the light around them. These were the Deleters—the High Council’s ultimate administrative tools, designed not to fight a war, but to close a file. The Null-Field As the three shapes hovered over the valley, they began to project a Null-Field. Where the field touched the ground, the vibrant, chaotic colors of the multiversal refugees began to flicker and go grey.

Nyra and Selene turned to leave, shoulders touching in unity, but a soft rustle made them pause. Ember opened her silver-eyed gaze ;, she smiled sleepily, then closed her lids. Ashen shifted, her obsidian eyes fluttered open, just a slit. Nyra froze, her breath caught. Ashen sat up, small hand reaching toward the window’s last golden glow. She whispered, voice faint but chilling : “Mother…” Selene spun, Nyra’s heart thundered. Ashen’s lips curved in that same terrible smile. Her single heartbeat echoed… “I am Death.”

Dash started to stutter as he felt a tightening grip on his neck. “They tortured Sam before killing him. He betrayed you. Not me!” Dervel looked at Dash’s face with disgust. He watched as his mouth was taking up the shape of begging for mercy. “Mercy…” a soundless word froze in his dying mouth as he was fighting for breath. Dervel watched the disappearing life from his eyes, and finally it vanished completely. “Tidy it up.” He said, letting the body move to the ground. Dash was already dead. “Don’t touch the wall. That’s the best picture I’ve ever painted.”

Kissed her like he’d never see her again. And whispered “Then make sure the part that survives is yours. Not hers.” SOLENE AT THE TERMINAL She inserted the drive. The code loaded. “GHOST CODE – FINAL PHASE: IDENTITY WIPE” > Proceed? Warning: Cannot undo. Both profiles will be deleted. No recovery. Choose target: [Solene] / [Morrow] / [All] Solene hovered her finger over the [All] key. And whispered: > “Let’s see who survives being forgotten.”

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

People stuttered, sensing a fright overwhelming them. Their hands trembled, legs lost their strength simply by the austere presence. “Get ready. Here he comes.” Gray breathed out, his heart was racing in terror, taking shallow breaths. “This is it. Our trump card.” All the five title holders said at the same time with a dark smirk lingering on their lips. Knowing White Death is in a grave mood and the only outcome of it- as the name suggests- Death. Inhaling deeply, Kriss moved his one leg back along with his sword, raising his now white eyes, with exquisite patterns around his arm.

But it was his eyes that stopped my breath—they were a flat, milky white, devoid of pupils, as if he were looking at a world we couldn't see. ​"That is Kaelen," Julian hissed, his voice dropping an octave. "The Board calls him a 'Sin-Eater.' He was a failed experiment from Life Seven—a man born without a soul, designed to track the 'weight' of others. He doesn't see your face, Elowen. He sees the 1,000 years of debt we carry. He tracks the ripples of our past lives like a shark tracks blood in the water." ​Kaelen tilted his head, his nostrils flaring as if he were catching a scent. He didn't have a weapon, but the air around him seemed to warp and grey, as if he were literally sucking the co

An unknown contact, yet the content is unmistakable – a picture of a battered Daren accompanied by a chilling message: "72 hours are up, Elena."