Does One For All Die Novels & Stories

"Congratulations, Lucian. You have completed the mission. I will soon depart. Before I go, I have a few gifts for you." One video after another played before my eyes. After I died in that world, Mavis sold off all her assets in a desperate attempt to bring me back to life. In the end, she was left with nothing. Even after losing everything, she failed to wake me. Because of my departure, everything I had given her was stripped away. Mavis soon got into another car accident. But this time, there was no one to shield her. She could only endure the agony of ruptured organs on her own.

"Don't... Elowen... don't do it." ​"He’s dying, Elowen," Silas whispered, the needle inches from my throat. "And if he dies here, in the First Life, he never becomes your Shield. He never saves you. He just becomes another body in the furnace." ​The countdown on the monitor hit 01:00. ​The girl on the table began to moan. Her fingers twitched. The violet light began to leak from her closed eyelids, a raw, unstable version of the power I carried.

It felt just like—death. Meanwhile, my family waited anxiously. Seeing the doctor return, they quickly donned their helmets without hesitation. Somewhere beyond my dying breaths, the machine's cold melody wrenched the last light of my mind back into memories.

A few days later, while walking home after class, I ran into a few classmates. I overheard their mocking laughter. They pointed at me and whispered among themselves. I even faintly heard the words “Bald Eagle”. I bit my lower lip so hard I could taste the faint metallic tang of blood. I quickened my pace. After that day, I threw myself even harder into my studies, blocking out everything around me. I held onto one single thought: What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger. As the entrance exams approached, I often studied deep into the night.

"If I die... will you promise me one thing?" "No," Donna said immediately. "You don't get to speak like that." "Please." My voice was barely a whisper. Her eyes glistened, and slowly, she nodded. "If I die," I said, pressing my hand against hers through the bars, "don't let her win. Don't let her rewrite the truth. Let them know I fought. Let them know I didn't kneel." Donna's eyes filled with tears, but her voice didn't waver. "You won't die, Princess. Not while I still breathe."

“I thought you had another way.” “This is the only way, Uncle Darius,” I murmured, my fingers continuing to work the tie loose. “I can see you’re clearly not wearing anything underneath this dress. If you undo that tie… you realize you’ll be completely exposed right in front of me?” His voice sounded strained, his breath hot against my cheek. “Yes, I know. But it’s the only solution. And there’s nothing wrong with getting naked in front of you, is there? You’re my uncle… I’m your niece,” I replied softly, my voice barely above a whisper as the string finally came undone.

I said, nodding and scoffing coldly, not wanting to say another word to her. Just then, Dr. Goldberg shouted anxiously, "The patient has gone into cardiac arrest! If we don't get to the hospital right now, it might be too late!" Trevor couldn't stand it anymore. He shouted at the stunned Jake, "Open the gate right now! If the patient really dies, you'll be going to prison!" Jake's face immediately turned deathly pale. This time, I didn't have to say anything before he scrambled over to unlock the gate, his hands trembling.

Try me more if you can. I was cursing a death god in my mind. The one who cursed us dead ones not to die and to give him armies of innocent souls. I just hope those kids were baptized and they will still have a chance by their god. Go fucking fight between each other for three souls you crazy shitty gods. Oh, he will be so mad. But she is worthy of all of that she is worthy of all my world, of a fucking war.

Oliver ordered him, but it didn't break him. "I...I can't..." He replied hesitantly. He loved his business more than his life and didn't want all those dark secrets to come out, for they could destroy everything. "I'm asking one last time... WHO IS IT!!?" Oliver lost his temper. The man on the gunpoint stayed quiet and didn't even move a little. He lowered his head and just waited for his death. "Sorry then..." Oliver said one last time before he pulled the trigger. The bullet went into his head, causing immediate death. Oliver didn't even flinch or have a disturbed expression on his face after killing that guy.

While I wait, I wander to Chunk’s room. I’m not all that close to the guy, but he’s a solid brother I’d trust with my life. He deserved better than to get shot in the chaos of people trying to escape. The anger of Viuda Negra losing both their Alpha and his heir. The future of both our packs is completely in the air right now and I don’t know what to do about that. *You don’t know that anyone is dead right now,* Mick states. I rub my face knowing that’s true. Rumor is that you feel the bond with your Alpha sever if they die. I haven’t felt anything. Has anyone else?