Deathless Death Novels & Stories

“I’ll take it from here, fleshie,” Death whispers in a voice oozing with menace, enough to turn a sumo wrestler’s knees into jelly. Unlike Kharon’s voice which sounded like it was borrowed from an ogre, Death’s works on a whole different level of threat-making. Its calmness will paralyze you right where you stand. It’s the perfect voice from beyond the grave: gravelly and frosty,giving the impression that Death is a gangster of the literal underworld.

Misha is standing in the middle of that oblivion, with her sweat drips from her forehead and the dark, full of mystery, yet holding the death and sin of the underworld starting to play into one musical piece. “DRIP, DRIP, DRIP. JUST HOW LOVELY WOULD THEIR DECAPITATED HEAD, TORN FLESH, AND EYES WIDE SHOUT OPEN WILL APPEAR IN THE BROAD DAYLIGHT?” From her fast-beating heart and the warnings that she needed to confirm. With quite shivering hands and cold turn sweat, she slowly removes her glasses as the horror greeted her. A CURSE TO DIE! DIE! AND BETTER YET STILL DIE!

“I figured out what Alistair just discovered. How to die absolutely while maintaining consciousness in death itself. And I’m here with a message from others who’ve learned this too. We’re forming a collective of death-conscious beings. And we want to negotiate with you about death’s future.” Anna is staring with horror. “If multiple beings can die absolutely while staying conscious,” she breathes, “then death-consciousness becomes its own exploit. Another loophole in negotiable death.” Original Death is examining Donald with concern. “This shouldn’t be possible,” it says. “Alistair’s death-consciousness was unique, closed the exploit. Others learning to replicate it opens new exploit worse t

"For us." "What are we celebrating?" He looked at her meaningfully. "Our victory." Delilah lowered her gaze shyly. The performance was flawless. "If only Finn could see us now." For a fraction of a second, something dark flashed through Delon's eyes. Then he laughed. "Let the dead stay dead." Delilah smiled sweetly. "Of course." How easy it was to lie and how enjoyable it was.

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

he replied, his eyes shifting from Tamsyn to me. "Which means it’s not just about dead Dark Circle members, but dead souls as well." She paused, biting her lower lip—a nervous habit that seemed to draw my focus. "These beings are ideal for war; they awaken only to fight. They don’t care if it’s a pup, a she-wolf, or even a female vampire or witch. They kill without discrimination." As the gravity of her words sank in, the room fell silent. Anderson nodded slowly. *This is far deeper than we had ever expected. It won’t end as soon as we hoped,* Delius remarked, and I felt my breath hitch.

They were not worried anymore this time. The Spear of Death was a spell targeted toward one's spirit. Anyone pierced by it would have their spirit destroyed completely, and there was no cure for that. Cadillacia was going to disappear from the world completely, and even a god would not be able to revive him. Eileen glanced at his corpse, marveling at Wilbur. "That was incredible. Not only are you a phenomenal fighter, but you even know Higher Order magic. Dude, you're even scarier than this monster."

He held his arms out wide as he walked amongst the bodies around him, dripping his virus onto their dissolved remains. Neeb rushed up the levels, to begin pushing the bodies over the edge. Their heads shattering against the stripped bones below did nothing to deter Cosmo. He chose his path carefully and muttered to himself as he dripped life back into those who had it stolen from them. “The dead do not betray me” he chanted, as the bodies around him twitched “lift your broken souls from the debris. Trust my stolen heart, kill those who tore you apart.” I heard someone gasp in a lungful of the poisonous air, before another’s mouth fell open; their teeth breaking into pointed shards.

Death was right, but the person who caused it would suffer from remorse until he died. Pictures taken of a beautiful birthday celebrated and a picture of a happy family... Demir looked at his watch while sitting on the terrace. It was : and tonight was the end. The day came when he would put his daughter alive in the grave. He took the last sip of his drink and stood up. She staggered to her daughter's room. He grabbed the door handle. He didn't have the courage to open it. He lowered the handle of the door and walked slowly towards his daughter. He was sleeping peacefully. He had told his daughter, his life, everything, one by one, about his plans for tomorrow. He listened and agreed, cryin

“I was pissed they did this to me and pissed Jared fucked me over so I said fuck it and fuck you. You mated the bitch and killed Jared. I have held Scarlet responsible for a long time. She left our pack and deserted us and then showed back up as you as her mate? Now she acts like she cares? So for the past few months, I decided to teach all you people a lesson. Don’t fuck over your hired helpers. After I wiped out Montana, Washington was next. Or Is…” “What did you make to put in our water?” I asked through clenched teeth. “A liquid form of cobalt and magnesium. At high enough levels, you will die of an overdose. Shut down major organs and eventually the low blood pressure will kill you. Pai