Drawn Death Novels & Stories

“So it’s your brother’s show tonight?” “Yep. We’re very proud.” “I’ve got tickets. I’m taking my mum.” “Oh, that’s nice.” “Yeah. I’m not a mama’s boy or anything. She just gets lonely since my dad died.” “That’s sweet. I’ve got to go. Maybe I’ll see you tonight.” “See you tonight!” Reed called as I headed for the pharmacy. “You idiot.” I heard the other cop say. “Just ask her out.” “The cop has been flirting with you for a year.” Carol the Pharmacist said.

A loud gasp escaped my mother’s lips, “Daniel, he didn’t mean it he’s clearly intoxicated!” Silence fell around us as the conversation had drawn an audience. My father came from a long line of Betas and had already earned his title in the usual way by defeating his father in combat. Not to mention he had stood by Alpha Atticus (Austin’s father) through countless pack wars through the years. The last one that claimed Alpha Atticus’ life left my father with a blown-out shoulder and an ankle that did not heal properly giving him a slight limp. He gave his all for his Alpha and I know he would until my brother came of age for the title.

The memory answers before she can stop it. Her back against the concrete pillar. The dead closing in. One hand pressed to her bleeding arm. The bag gone. Dex gone. No rescue. No miracle. Just her, laughing once because of course this was how it ended, because if she had known betrayal came with this much paperwork she would have asked for a receipt. She had still tried to get up. Even then. Especially then. “That’s a flattering way to say I died stubborn.” It was a statistically significant death. A laugh escapes her before she can catch it. Small. Ugly. Almost nothing.

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

Deep down, he already knew what was in there. He should have reviewed the patrol team's preliminary report immediately, but he was afraid. Chris looked at him for a long, long time—so long that Connor was almost driven mad by Chris' silence and the grief in his eyes. Then, Connor walked into the warehouse. In the days since my death, I had longed countless times for Connor to discover what had happened to me. But now that the moment had finally come, I suddenly felt afraid. A glaring outline of a distorted, incomplete body was drawn in white chalk on the warehouse floor. Vast, dark brown stains had soaked deep into the concrete. That was my blood, dried and re-wet so many times it formed hor

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

There are only ten minutes left in the college entrance exam when the back door of the classroom bursts open. My best friend, Isaac Powell, kicks it in. He grabs me by the back of my collar, drags me out of the hall, and shoves me into a black SUV idling at the curb. "Are you insane? That was the college entrance exam!" I yell. "Is an exam more important than your life? The students in that room… are probably all dead by now!" Before I can respond, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Notifications flood the class group chat. "@Trevon, the proctor is looking for you." "@Trevon, did you forget about the party after the test?" "@Trevon, where the hell did you go?" My stomach drops as I

My eyes roamed the room through Drew's, taking in the other elders very shocked looks. Drew had just killed a member of the consulate. And not just any member, but the prime minister, which was something that never happened in the past, so I could understand why they all looked pretty shocked about that. Even Shane and Ryan both looked like they'd just seen a ghost. I rarely ever acted on impulse, and Drew certainly never did. But this was something neither of us could control. I wasn't about to sit back and watch as he disrespected my wife, and neither was Drew.

It wasn't a liquidation order, and it wasn't a compliance brief from Sophia Lang. It was an automated death certificate, finalized by the London metropolitan forensic desk ten minutes prior. The name on the digital registry was *Victor Hawthorne*, and the cause of death was listed as an acute, untraceable toxin detected during his morning transport from the Carlton Club. Before Elias could process the sudden, violent decapitation of his dynasty, a secondary window popped open on the screen, revealing a pre-recorded video file. The image rendered smoothly, showing Rafe Morale Blackwood sitting inside the darkened interior of an unmarked sedan, a sleek silver briefcase resting on his knees.

Who wouldn't want to marry Serena? "Drew had someone he loved," Serena continued. "Not wanting to be a pawn in a marriage alliance arranged by his family, he chose to take his own life by poisoning himself. I feel both admiration and disdain toward him. "Most people wouldn't have the courage to take their own life to avoid being used as a pawn by the family. I admire him for that. "However, even though he was the heir of the Chandlers of Jasperion, he chose to give up his life for another man. It was an act of complete stupidity, and it makes me feel disdainful of him—"