Die Trying Novels & Stories

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

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.

And on every conveyor belt, deadies. Hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. All moving slowly, inexorably toward the machines. Some struggled weakly. Most just lay there, eyes open but empty, already broken. "Oh god," Mia breathed beside me. "Are they all—" "Being processed," I finished. "Turned into fuel for the system." We watched in horror as the nearest conveyor belt delivered its cargo. A deadie—male, maybe thirty when he died—was pulled into the processing station. Mechanical arms grabbed him, lifted him, positioned him in what looked like a massive vice.

Sean staggered in shock before he grabbed the server by the collar, his voice sharp. "What did you say? Say it again!" Marcus snatched the medical report. He was rendered speechless as he stared at the name on it in shock. The server trembled. "The woman with late-stage cancer was trapped in the restaurant last night. She was already sick and was also having an allergic reaction. She passed away this morning. It looked like she suffered…" Wesley clutched his chest, coughing violently.

She hurried forward and asked, "Mr. Colson, what happened?" Ian's eyes were bloodshot as he shook his head. "Sophie tried to kill herself." Patricia froze, then shoved past him and hurried into the operating room. She asked the lead surgeon, "How is the patient?" He gave a small shake of his head. "She's not that badly injured, but her will to live is very weak. It's hard to say how she'll turn out if this goes on."

Mom patted Cindy's hand tenderly. "Don't worry about Flora. If she wants to pretend to be sick, let her. She can just go to hell for all I care." I floated in the air, clutching my aching chest as I curled up helplessly. "Mom, I didn't lie to you. I'm really dying," I thought. Cindy glanced at the phone and continued persuading, "Mom, maybe something really did happen to Flora—"

"The one thing Dexter wants is for you to leave Haven and believe me, he knows the only way that's happening is if you get the elixir." I shook my head. "No! The one thing Dexter wants is to attend my burial and nothing else." I winced as I placed a false eye lens over my swollen eyes. "I am dying, Susie! I can feel it." "Don't say that." She said, almost in a whisper. "But it's the truth, my body is failing, I can't hold Jordan any longer." Rising up from the small stool she had been sitting, Susan resumed pacing the room. "B-but I don't get it... "

Third, the frantic tearing of the skin and what we like to call ‘the fire madness’. The rest are much too gruesome to describe. The physician had said, most don’t make it to the fourth stage before they tear out their throats. It’s an ugly way to die, and if Kier’s already this far, I wonder how much she’s dozed him with. I need to get him in the tub first.

DYING Adia felt as if her whole world had come crashing in a second, as she tried registering what Kate just said, what did she mean by, she had less than three months to live, Kate must have really gone mad, though vampires don't get sick, her's is different. "You're mad, I'm outta here…" adia said, making her way to leave. "I know you don't believe me, but it's truth Adia, you're dying, Sebastian has just been using you for his selfish gains, so sad.." Kate pouted sadly, and the next minute her lips pulled up into a wide smile.

I try to move my fingers… just a little… just enough to let her know I’m still here… but my body refuses to listen. I try to respond, but nothing comes out. Only blood. Only pain. I'm trying so hard to keep my eyes open, to stay awake. Not yet… I can’t die yet… not while she’s still here… not while she needs me… But why do I feel like I'm going to pass away anytime soon??