Deathwish Anime Novels & Stories

Fighting it, I watch as she touches a woman’s shoulder in front of me and the older woman turns to her before asking, “Do I know you?” The Soul Eater shakes her head no, and then caresses the woman’s cheek before leaning closer to kiss her mouth. The minute she kisses her, I sense something strange has happened. When she walks casually off, the woman is left standing there staring after her and then she falls to the ground.

With that, she is greeted with dread, and the beginning of the contract is different for both of them Lelouch, yet shares the same origin as the originals. DIE, DIE, DIE. The words, yet somewhat a death verse that she suddenly hears and only she could hear at that moment. “Have you seen the latest episode of the fantasy game last night?” With her sweat that started to form on her forehead, and the giggles and excitement of her friends in the process. “BLOOD THAT DRIPS, SOULS THAT ARE NEEDED TO BE COLLECTED. SPILL UNTO THE FLOOR AND TAINT THIS BORING WORLD WITH YOUR SCARLET COLOR.”

Seeing Taken souls were Lillith’s thing. I sighed to myself, wishing there was some point to this place. I walked a mute world filled with reflections of the living and whole, a world that was as pretty as it was useless. Lills on the other hand... She saw the dead and the taken, and they weren't reflections of people like they were for me, they were real, solid, she could hear their every word and scream.

Dreygur got out of his car and slowly followed the niece. Sumire who received a gift from her uncle Chadwick wanted to pray at the shrine of Death and wish her life to end without killing herself. But her prayer was interrupted when she found a godlike man wearing an expensive all-black suit napping while his book was placed on his belly, wearing round black glasses. Sumire was hypnotized and approached closer to the long table of the shrine where the man was silently sleeping. She climbed up and sat next to his head and stared at him for a long time. Sumire unconsciously leaned and kissed the man on the lips. At the top of the man, she stole something from the shrine, bringing the bizarre p

What if she was kidnapped or killed? Then she walked in, covered in scratches over her exposed skin. Valor was flooded with relief, he ran over to her and pulled her into a tight hug, "Thank god, I couldn't lose another family member after today. What happened, where is Dynamere?" He held onto her arms and searched her eyes. Aynyra looked up blankly, "Dynamere is dead. I killed her." Icran pulled her into a hug again, "Good, then she can't take anymore of our family members."

"To explain, Amorivia, always wanted to be like Wendy and see her Peter. Tenshi wanted to be the hero that everyone can count on. Kitto wanted to show all the beautiful things to his lover and he did but not everything. Arwha wanted to complete thr list of things she wanted to see with her lover. Selena loves to play a brave elf princess who is capable of making friends. Like the elf, Amrak wanted to play the human wolf. And lastly, Nisemono always wanted to be the villain of the story." "I see. So you were just fulfilling their wishes because there was no body to fulfill yours and you wanted that the most." The angel of Death flashed a smirk that disappeared when they heard the long beep t

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.

He spat the broken end back at me and, huffed, then promptly fell asleep. “Yes, definitely dim beyond my worst imaginings,” Corpseboy observed, sipping the remainder of his tea. I slumped back in the seat, groaning. “God, I'm just gonna be left here to rot, aren't I? You're Death. You go after dead people. What do you want with me?” He crushed the silver cup. It dented under his hands. “You called me, ungrateful worm. All the unkindness I've shown you was provoked. You should know by now; it's unwise to anger me.”

Another had a hollow chest. They didn't hate me. They didn't even hate Julian. They hated the "Order" that had let them die nine times without helping. One of the ghosts—Life Four, the one with the slit throat—reached out and grabbed the Priest’s ankle with a hand made of solid shadow. Silas gasped, his light flickering as the cold of the grave touched him. "What is this? Begone, foul spirits! I am a servant of the Light!" "We are the debt," the ghosts whispered in unison, their voices a chilling wind that blew out the Priest’s magical fire. "And we have come to collect from the one who dares to end our final sister. She is the only one of us who fought back."