Desperation In Death Novels & Stories

This method of killing ordinary people was not enough to destroy dead souls. And Caspian's means were obviously not over. He took a step forward and made a grasping motion with his five fingers. These wriggling pieces of the dead soul could not move at all. They could only hover in place and move slowly. "Hey, little dead soul?" Caspian made a disdainful sound from his nose, and his palm suddenly shook. A wail came from the depths of the void at the same time as the soul fragment exploded into smoke. The wailing was filled with endless unwillingness, regret, and despair.

Let him off the hook? I snorted derisively, carefully running my fingers over the urn in my lap. My voice dripped with contempt and barely concealed rage. "Do you know what the most despairing thing is? "It's seeing hope only for it to be shattered. "I'll crush his hope right before his eyes, watching him die in agony."

Out of sheer desperation, I start to yell. “Marlowe!” I call his name again and again, each time my voice disappearing into the thick, humid air. All the night songs cease, and everything listens to my calls, the desperate baying of a wounded animal. I drop to my knees in the dirt. I realize then that he’s not here. No one could live in this place, this dead, awful place, not even him. The despair that sweeps over me is so total I am physically weakened by it. I put my forehead to the ground.

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

Her voice was quiet through the rain and eyebrows furrowed so deeply that they created a dent between the two. "Reniella De Vega and Deshawn Cervantes. Don't worry, I'm just checking in," Death replied. From the time written on his watch, it was New Year's Eve that Deshawn Cervantes was supposed to die. Deshawn, though soaked from the rain, looked very much alive. "We're fine," Reniella cut in sharply. Death nodded his head slowly and the gold sheen of life that exuviated from Deshawn was clear even through the darkness. It was a bright aura that stuck to his body and stretched out before melting against Reniella's ambiance.

If she never had her medication just a few minutes ago she was supposed to be having another episode of attack currently and for some reason she wished she was. He pulled her into his arm aggressively by the back of her head with his huge palm before closing her mouth with his right palm which ended up covering her nose. Now she wasn't only struggling with the pain she was struggling to breathe. She could feel the rise in her body temperature. She couldn't die knowing the condition of the rest of her people, She was not allowed to, till she saved them. "Fucking hush! Hush it!!" He spoke for the first time and she confirmed that he wasn't planning on suffocating her to death with his big palm

His gaze was cruel as he looked at the housekeeper holding a phone, preparing to call the police. With a swift motion, he drove the surgical knife into his own chest. He knelt on the ground, his gaze on his wedding band. “I’ll join you soon Giselle. We’ll be together again. This time, I’ll never betray you.” After taking his last breath, my soul felt lighter than ever. I drifted upwards, slowly, until a beam of golden light flashed in front of my eyes. And then I was gone.

The only difference is that this isn't a bomb attack, but an ancient war demon's hand's work. Blood filled the whole desert floor, while some lucky survivors were screaming in pain. The top of the tunnel exit I was standing on gave me a clear view of my surroundings. The whining and anguished cries of the civilians echo throughout my ears. More tears slipped down my face, guilt-filled my heart, and I could feel the sadness in Reed's heart.