Does One For All Die Novels & Stories

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

Damon’s chest tightened painfully. Because she said it like hope was something fragile. Something rare. Hale suddenly moved toward the lower tunnel entrance. Fast. Purposeful. “We don’t have time.” Damon stood instantly. “You don’t get to order us around.” Hale didn’t even look at him. “If the neural core fully synchronizes, everyone linked to the system dies simultaneously.” Cassian gave a weak nod from the wall. “He’s right.” Vale’s voice echoed overhead again. Calm. Almost pleased.

And that was where it hit us. “BUT WE DIED!” we both shouted. “Yes, you both died, fighting a realm is impossible, talk less of taking control of it. And if this continues, both of you will be the first set of primes to experience true death, and cease to exist.” The only solution was to keep one person stable while the other would be phased out of reality, because there could only exist one nature of an error, one nature of a prime. “With that explanation boys, there is nothing I can do but to have one of you commit suicide.” Said Adi, rather excited.

I cut them off with a shout, "WHAT IS THIS EXACTLY?!" El sighed, "It's nothing." "I know about D.A.C already." I sighed, "What's more to know?" El gulped, "Nothing." "Just say it." He sighed, "People involve with the corporation tend to die." "Stop being overdramatic." I reasoned out, "Everyone's going to die someday; no one lives forever." "What I mean is that people tend to die earlier than the year they should die." He shrugged, "It's a fact."

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

I saw myself curled up on the pile of hay. My body lay there, my face pale, and my lips purple. I had forgotten that I was already dead and couldn’t touch anyone anymore. The witch was right. Bella would die at sixteen. It was just that no one expected mine would end first before Bella’s time ran out. I died on Bella’s sixteenth birthday, when my mom said, “Just bear with it.”

Altinna will have no future beyond me, and that is not a weight I am willing to bear. Behind me, my Four wait in silence, ready to protect or attack, or silently stand in support as I do what must be done. Each of them is a piece of me. Each loves me with a burning desire that we have not yet quenched. If this is to be my last stand, I’m grateful to have them with me, ready to die or to conquer. We don’t know which yet.

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.

THE BARON WATCHED the news reviewing the death of one Abiram Alana; and he was not pleased in any instance. Yes, he didn’t care about the deceased, personally…he doesn’t really care about most people; but the one suffering most, other than the rotting bodies of the two, was his reputation revered at the aggrandized podium. When the rulers of the underground find out about these seemingly casual murders of people under his umbrella, they’d lose trust in his men; his words; him.

I shouted with all my might. "I'm sorry, treasure, but I'm afraid that's impossible." some of the men told me. "What are you going to do? Please take everything ... I'll give you everything but let us go." I was dying of fear. I didn't know what was coming. They were laughing. Apparently it was funny for them that I was praying for our lives. "Treasure, your man owes us so much moee than just money and he will pay with his life," said one of the men.