Die Trying Book Novels & Stories

Like someone dying horribly. He doesn’t want to know; he’s gone and I’m sure I’ll die END OF BOOK 1 ------------------------------------------

Book 1 is completed! Thank you for everyone who still reads this novel! And I'm glad I could finish this book! Looking forward for another story to make and current stories to finish too! Book 1 = Trix System Unlocked: Butterfly Effect [Completed] Book2 = Trix System Unlocked: Love At Worlds [soon] Book 3 = Trix System Unlocked: System War [soon] Book 4 = Trix System Unlocked: Final Wish [soon]

“In the Flying Death we have something called a Blood Card. Mine were Stephen and Nina Mitchell. Nina, though my biological mother, was never any sort of mother. She’s a shell of a person and won’t ever be capable of more. Stephen, some sorry sack of shit she married but never mated with, thought I was his personal punching bag. His to do with what he wanted. Whatever he saw fit and she never stopped him. Well, gentleman, I’d like to introduce myself. My name … is Punch Dennison and I am the Reeve of the Flying Death. And no, I will never be Alpha. Because an Alpha can look past his violence and not let it cloud his judgment,” I say, my eyes immediately searching for Mags. She’s gone and I k

he asked as he took a bite of the chocolate. I nod my head and took my glasses off. “The half of it.” He pat my head and smiled. “ Now, get some sleep.” “No.” I said, pouting my lips and raising my eyebrows. “ I'm waiting for the dawn.” He shrugged his shoulders and went back to his reading, but now he's sitting on the floor beside me while I sat on my chair. “I read in the first chapter here that depression is a side effect of dying.” I kept on concentrating on the screen to check the mistakes of the drafts, the misspellings, and the grammatical errors, mostly.

I shivered. "What is a Hybrid Corpse Seeker," Rai asked fearfully. I jumped off my bed and asked him what he did with my book collection. He pointed to the closet and I headed inside of it searching for a very old grimoire. When I found the human skin bound book I carried it to him and sat on the mattress as I flipped through the delicate pages. Once I found what I was looking for I opened it wide and read the information out loud. Hybrid Corpse Seeker

“—SLIPPING.” My ears rang, and I slammed my hands over them. “Ow!” “Sorry.” The librarian closed the book and began typing at her computer, the keys click-clacking so fast it was dizzying. “Ellie, listen to me. Vivian is dead.” My hands fell. “What?”

The sentence tried to root itself in her, To become truth, Her hands shook as she held the blood-bound book against her ribs. The pages fluttered. Not in wind. But in defiance. Her knees hit the ground, The ink spread from her collarbone down her sternum, curling like ivy. Like chains. Every heartbeat made the mark pulse. She dies unloved. A death sentence, written by the thing born of all her doubts, The Reader of Bone had vanished, swallowed by the collapsing narrative. The Chapter-Titled Being, the thing made of every failure, loomed above her, raising its quill again.

So, for five whole hours, I curled into a tight ball and lay there without moving. At that time, though, my heart had been full of hope. I thought the wish I had waited more than ten years for had finally come true. I was no longer the abandoned child with no parents who wanted him. Now, I was mentally exhausted. If I could simply die like this, perhaps it would be a beautiful kind of release. The moment the trunk slammed shut, my eyes closed for good. It turned out that when a person died, their soul really did leave the body.

Death Contract They say that reincarnation may be true because no one in the world can tell what there is in the afterlife. Nor can anyone prove that fictional things are not true. So I, I believe that in this world we have things we don't know but it's better that we just don't know. "I'll borrow this book," I uttered while reaching the book to the Librarian. The book is entitled Death Contract. When I read its description earlier the book already caught my attention. So I took it.

THUD! I fell to the ground, a searing pain coursing through my bones. I heard footsteps tapping against the floor as they drew closer to where I lay. Warm liquid flowed beneath my head. I didn't want to stand up. I couldn't. The last thing I heard before completely blacking out was— "Is she dead?" "Heard she was running because she stole a book and was being chased." "She deserves it." "Poor her." "What a disgraceful way to die." "Ahh..." I groaned, rubbing my head that was sure to be cracked open.