Drawn Death Novels & Stories

"You're the lawyer who called, right? You said my mom left two boxes of gold bars to Hattie? That's impossible. She didn't have money." Terrell adjusted his glasses, took a document from the drawer, and placed it on the table. "Mr. Hughes, whether it's true or not, you'll know after reading this will. This is a notarized will Ms. Rodriguez made five years ago. It clearly states that all her assets are to be inherited solely by Ms. Weber." My hand shook as I picked up the document. The paper had yellowed slightly with age, but the writing was still clear. The date at the bottom was from five years ago.

"Your vital signs' readings returned to normal. But your wounds will hurt you for the next few days. So, I recommend that you remain under our supervision for a few more days." With unspoken words haunting my lips, I left. I instantly went to my office, with his shivering limbs in my mind. I had a few patients left before my shift would end. I remained distracted, thinking about the secrets he hid. When the last patient departed, I finally had the authority to leave. Uncle William was still in a coma, with not much hope of surviving. Some Doctors told me that he will soon be brain- dead. Looking at him, I realized that no one was around him. No friends. No relatives. It was only a woman he a

Before I die, I'm taking you with me. Nathan's gaze flickered to the knife in her hand, and he gulped. "Let me go. I'll find the best doctors in the world to treat you." Trinity let out a hysterical laugh. "Too late. Go to hell." With that, she plunged the blade into his stomach and carved out both kidneys. I turned away, drifting out of the warehouse. I didn't dare look back. Nathan's agonized screams echoed in my ears. A single tear slipped down my cheek before it vanished into nothing.

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.

Her pain was so vivid that anyone seeing the photo could feel it. I suddenly felt a chill go down my spine. A wave of grief and bitterness swept over me, and I felt like I had died all over again. That day, after getting out of the car, I had fallen into a hunting trap and died on the spot—both lives were lost. I gritted my teeth and looked at Enzo. He stood there looking like he'd been struck by lightning—motionless and not even breathing. He stared hard at that photo, and his eyes gradually became more bloodshot.

DEATH; DEATH IS an enchantress. Whether you’re young or old; rich or poor; there will come a day when be ensnared by it and succumb to the grave, eventually. The love could’ve been looming over your cotton-soft heart since your birth, or an acquired intimacy for it one day while sat in the wool; for as long as one had as ever trod shoe-leather.

“If you’re going to declare a death sentence for the second time, can you get it over with already?” “Death sentence?” he scoffed. “There will be no death sentence.” He said, his voice was calm and carried the kind of chill that made his silence less terrifying. “In fact…” the last part of his sentence was a cue. The door pushed open and Ragner walked in. He had a scroll in his hand, which he handed to Draven. “This is an undoing of the death sentence,” he signed the scroll. “It is very rarely that a death sentence is revoked. Ragner, tell her.”

"Your wolf is dead, and you probably won't make it past three days. You should get your affairs in order." Was I dying? But I hadn't found Clara yet. If I died, would Dad and Mom finally forgive me?

, she said. Drew felt horrible within himself but he knew that there was nothing he could do. His friend was old and merely looking at him, one could see that. "Okay, I'll do as you say. Thank you", Drew said, sadly. "You do not have to be sad. Cheer up, your friend has lived his life and now, it's time to live yours", she said. Drew watched her disappear. When she left, he felt gloomy but not because his friend's death was imminent but because he knew that he would die happy knowing that their race would continue. That was his only wish and Drew was glad that he got to witness it before he would die.

They were packed with work to complete but the only thing occupying my mind now was what the physician had told me about the cause of Drew's death. It was a wolfsbane potion. I had instructed my physician to take some autopsy tests in secret before Drew's body was cremated. Someone must have poisoned him, someone in this pack, harboring under my roof. But why? And who was it? These questions have lingered in my mind since the physician told me what killed Drew but there are no forthcoming answers. The sense of adrenaline coursed through my body like some feelings I couldn't reject. Why would someone be against Drew? What issues did they have with him?