Deku Death Novels & Stories

He sucked into a deep breath and turned his face away, his gaze back to the black sky and his hand curled into a fist, "Dead." My heart sped as the sickness I kept down clawed through my veins and pounded in my ears. I felt sick. Unsettled...because for the very first time in my life, I felt relief upon the announcement of someone's death. Maybe it's wrong, maybe it's not, but I wanted his death more than anything else. A part of me fought through that feeling before, for Alex only. I wanted Nikolas to stay alive just so Alex would finally have his brother by his side. I was okay to live with that life — a life that included Nikolas, just for Alex.

After the successful completion of a mission, Connor Weston, the youngest patrol division captain of the pack, had fallen into an eternal sleep on that rainy day. … After his death, my soul began to dissipate, like dew evaporating into the air under the morning sun. In my final glimpse, I saw Chris rush into the infirmary. He then fell to his knees and clutched Connor's hand, his shoulders trembling violently. Later, I saw Connor buried beside my grave. Our two tombstones stood close together, as they were always meant to be. I witnessed many pack members come to pay their respects, saying things like, "It was such a shame for a hero like him to die so young."

Every move was hurting me This man was strong and ruthless. Then I saw death approaching. "You hurt my partner and now you deserve punishment." he approached Jack with his gun, who was standing and barely watching. He had been crushed by a fight. "Please dont." I began to cry inconsolably as hard as I could. With all the strength I had left. "I'll take away what you love most." he laughed and smashed my life to pieces with a thunderbolt. He killed him. He killed my future.

And then there are the few who just stayed dead. Needless to say, it’s not an option that is thrown around lightly. “Yes, I am,” I say as gravely as I can. “One of our Dupes has to die on this mission; there is no way around that. We both can’t just randomly move away after we kill off Christy and Davison, it will draw too much attention to us. Back when we were planning on turning Derek into a serial killer, we could have gotten away with my plan of saying that he dragged you off, and they never find your body, but that won’t work as well under this new scenario. If you’d rather, I can be the one to take the Living Death. I can’t say I’d blame you . . . ”

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.

"They tried to kill you when you were a child, Zane, and also during your Inheritance Ceremony. They failed then, and they sent their best assassin to finish it two weeks ago. But their plan backfired spectacularly. They wanted to snuff you out before your core matured, but their attack became the exact catalyst your soul needed. The awakening of Daekan spelled their doom." "I don't understand," I mumbled, my head spinning so violently I thought I might collapse. My hands trembled, and a cold sweat broke out across my forehead. "Why does a dead god waking up in my ribs mean they're doomed? I can barely control him! Half the time he just insults my hair and calls me an incompetent whelp!"

We were lucky Katana recognized the symptoms and could relay which poison it was when the doctor arrived, and they rushed Lucas to intensive care. Deacon looked straight at me then and clenched his fists, "It was touch and go for the first-month Axle, Lucas wasted away, trapped in a fever that never ended, battling his inner demons night after night but never winning, and after Katana declined the chance to step in as Alpha, someone had to do it, so the duties fell to me." Deacon rose, choosing to stand by the window as he continued, and not knowing what else to do, I waited for him to finish the story.

Meredith wasn't sure if the Death Contract was enough to keep Brayden. What was she thinking? Keep Brayden? Meredith let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. She needed this Death Contract for her family. But Brayden could leave her for Mizuki if he wanted to. Even though they both signed it to death do they part. Meredith wouldn't be able to fight Brayden in any kind of court for her life back. Even though Meredith couldn't understand why Brayden had chosen her over Mizuki she knew one thing. Mizuki had challenged her and she wasn't going to back down.

It was William, the Alpha from the Ice Plains Pack, standing behind me. His voice was filled with sorrow, "When you sent him to the Ice Plains, I knew he died painfully. But I didn’t expect... A ten-year-old cub, betrayed by his pack, mauled by lone wolves, abandoned by his father... and forced to watch himself bleed to death." Andrew's final memories were of waiting for death. Even if I had reached him in time, I wouldn’t have been able to save him because the only crystal healing chamber had been taken over by Lucas.

She asks with a giggle a chuckle leaves my lips, "I'm majoring in music while in college," "Do you like to play instruments and sing?" Zeus asks and I nod a small smile gracing my face "Can't wait to hear that," Poseidon says earning a glare from Death and a shrug from me ~ "So when can I go back?" I asked Death for the 100th time as we were in a room by ourselves and the Gods and Goddesses were discussing some things about me. "Ugh," he groans before snapping his fingers and we were back in Mika's house