Drawn Death Novels & Stories

You’ve got that right, she thought to herself. Piper moved, readjusting on her feet, and Ru continued to scroll down the page. One of the pictures caught her eye, and she stopped. The face she was looking at was male, but he was lovely—perhaps the most symmetrical she’d ever seen, with soft eyes and full lips. There was a haunted look behind his eyes, a sadness, and even though it was just a charcoal drawing, Ru couldn’t help but wonder if the artist had actually seen this face before; it looked so real. She began to read below the drawing. “Thanatos, Death incarnate. One of many demons who walk the Earth searching for souls to collect. Otherwise known as The Grim Reaper. There are many who

Dad and Drew both say at the same time. " I am not letting you die, not in this lifetime. I won't allow it." Drew says and my heart stutters with his each word. " I was just being realistic.Everybody dies at some point, some people just die before others." I say and Drew glares. " I am not going to talk about your death with you because you are not going to die. As simple as that. Now, can we change the topic?" Drew asks and Alex starts talking with Drew about Charlie and Aurora.

Ashton "Drew's death is now all over the news, Ashton. It's just a matter of time before the police get here and issue an arrest warrant to you." Zuck said to me and laid the newspaper that he was reading on the table, I just raised my brows at him when I saw the photograph of Drew's lifeless body printed below the headline of the newspaper, besides the photo were the theories on how he possibly died in the woods. "If I got jailed then that only means you can't fuck me anymore, not unless you come with me to jail," I replied causing him to laugh at me.

As for me, I was still in shock, and I was still holding the gun as tightly as though it were a lifeline that could somehow reverse the events of the evening. “I should never have agreed to sneak out to the party. I should never have let him drink so much, knowing that he was on medication. Oh, my God! I killed him! I killed him!” I kept chanting that last part, finally collapsing to the ground as tears and guilt wracked my body. Drew was long dead before the ambulance arrived, and later on, his parents, who had seen him pull the trigger on himself, would tell everyone that it was an accidental discharge, because they didn’t want the stigma of people knowing that he committed suicide to foll

She turned to Abigail's brother, who was named Arnold. He inhaled deeply before responding, "I've never heard of unawakened ones marking each other, so the chances are slim. It might just be a bite mark that hasn't healed." Drew laughed lightly. "Not quite! You might be surprised, Mom. Why don’t you come and see for yourself?" he suggested, and she nodded in agreement. "Do you still have the mark from the bite?" He pulled his shirt down from his shoulder, revealing the mark. His mother gasped, and I wondered why she reacted that way. She stood up and approached us to get a closer look. "This is..." she trailed off, and I felt a wave of anxiety. "Yes, Mom, it’s exactly what you think," Drew c

Figures had been drawn and the sight of it made hhis heart leap out of his ches Skeletal figures with marks how to kill it. And then there was a passage below. How can you kill a dead Then, there was an answer written down. Burn the At least, he was right of burning the dead bodies before its skeletons would rie and joined the army of deat Then, later, he managed to see a familiar outline in the papers stocked near the board. He took it out folder and watched it closely

I answered curtly. "Brilliant." He grinned grimly, showcasing his rows of sharp teeth. Dazzlingly white and pointed. The blank piece of paper that sat on top of the briefcase began to bleed with words and formed sentences. "I, Death, agree to grant Reniella De Vega a single wish if she successfully collects the soul of Deshawn Cervantes within the time period," he read out from memory. Then, he fished a ballpoint pen from the inside of his suit jacket and placed it next to the paper.

“We don’t have seven days. We have five. Maybe four.” Four days until blood kills. Four days until I have to choose who dies first for real. I press my bleeding arm to Theo’s chest. His blood mixes with mine. The bond sparks. I don’t get a death-memory. I get a future. Theo, dead in my arms. Day 16. Real this time. No reboot. Arrow through his heart. Draevor’s crest on the shaft. I jerk back. Theo’s hand finds mine again. “Saw that, didn’t you?” he murmurs. “Now you know. First real death is mine.”

"Connor, you will only make Clarisse restless by doing this." Connor finally responded. He struggled for a moment before handing my urn to her. Just after Celia left, he went into the kitchen, took out a knife, and cut his wrist. Blood splattered immediately. His vision gradually became blurred, but his face was relieved like never before. "Clarisse, I'm coming to you to atone for my sins." However, Connor was pulled back by a force before dying. I saw Celia return, bandage him, and take him to the ambulance. My soul finally became transparent until it disappeared.

"Get involved? What would I do, send flowers to his funeral? Whatever happens to him is his own responsibility. It has nothing to do with me." After exchanging a few more dark jokes with Eleanor, I hung up. On our wedding day, the chapel was filled with guests. I walked down the aisle arm in arm with Sebastian, stepping slowly toward the altar where the minister waited. Just as the minister began, "Do you take this man—" The chapel doors burst open, and a familiar figure stumbled inside. It was Mason. He wore wrinkled hospital scrubs, and his face was jaundiced and swollen. He was so emaciated that he looked like a walking corpse. Using what seemed like his last ounce of strength, he rushed