Die Trying Novels & Stories

“Even the strongest race is no different from ordinary people once their innate power is gone. She offered up everything for you, including her flesh. What remained was only a mortal body, and mortal bodies sicken. Mortal bodies die.” As soon as he said that, the ice coffin began to tremble. Alex seemed to realize something. Panic flooded his face. He rushed forward and pressed down on the lid, but he could not stop my body from slowly dissolving. “Lily!” Alex collapsed to his knees. Grief tore through him as he watched my body dissolve until there was nothing left at all. He finally understood that I was really gone. “Why? Why?”

Then, she heard the answer she feared the most in her life. “You came too late. Charles is gone. He’s dead! And you… why are you still here to disturb him? Can’t you even let him rest in peace?” Jimmy’s voice was cold and merciless. “Do you know what late-stage stomach cancer is like? He couldn’t eat. He starved to death. Even drinking water became a luxury…”

Maybe days. The Absolute knows. I can feel it watching. Waiting. Patient. Knowing my dying moment approaches. Knowing desperation comes. Knowing immunity fails when death is imminent. Knowing it wins. Soon. Finally. Inevitably. "You look tired." Kai says. This morning's Kai. Who chose me. Who believes me. Who loves me. For today. Until midnight. Until forgetting. "Are you okay?" "I'm dying." I tell him. No point hiding it. "The daily stress. The constant battles. The years of suffering. It's killing me. Faster than normal aging. Faster than it should. I'm dying. Soon."

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

Soon enough, the world would see exactly what kind of people they were. Wyatt was just about to slip away when the doctor finally rushed in. After performing a quick check on my body, he looked up at Celia and sighed heavily. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Ashford. Mr. Elliot has indeed passed away." Celia's arms tightened around me. The last trace of hope vanished from her eyes. "Why?" she whispered. "I calculated everything perfectly. The dose, the oxygen tank... I even left water and food in that casket. How could he possibly die?"

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

He was losing too much blood. He’s dying. He's really dying.

"But he never woke up." Current Seraphina covered her mouth. Current Killian staggered backward. "No." Nyx's smile widened. "Oh yes. He died at six. Fragment Sickness. Slow. Painful. Unavoidable." Older Seraphina hugged the blanket tighter. "He kept asking... 'Did Daddy forget me?'" Killian dropped his sword. The sound echoed, loud and painful. Because he could imagine it: Aiden, weak, burning with fever, waiting, hoping, believing—and dying without ever seeing him.

My chest tightened and the thought of punching him became more appealing, "You said it yourself once, who will give a shit if I died, no one." He was about to walk away but the pain overcame him. He pressed his hand over his abdomen, the hand pressed against the wall seemed to fail him and he almost lost his balance. Emotions tightened my jaw and I got closer to him. His body failed him and he slowly went down to his knees. I leveled myself with him, my hand went to his arm, "Look at you, you're literally dying, look around you, this place is falling apart, you need to leave with me because I am not going out of here without you, you get that?" I stressed on the last part, "You do have someo

There are three of them and I don’t like the odds a bit. “I literally can’t do much of anything right now,” I reply, dead serious. “We gotta be sure Missile’s dead or this won’t work,” I hear Grouch say, he’s clearly pissed. I immediately close my eyes and pray he’s alive. Is he really that sick that he would kill her mate just to mark her? When I pop my eyes open I’m more weak than ever, barely able to stay awake. I’m breathing, keeping my heart going and praying I don’t drop my baby. That’s about the most I can offer.