Elsa Dying Novels & Stories

There was a long silence. “I shoved her,” Elias finally whispered. “She hit her head. I thought—I thought she died. She wasn’t breathing. Blood all over. I panicked. She ate the ticket. Swallowed it.” “You killed her?” Venice squealed. “And she’s alive?!” “She was dead when I left!” Elias insisted. “Or I thought she was.” Norma rubbed her temples. “So either you didn’t kill her, or—what? She came back from the dead like Jesus with a blowout and personal security?”

My parents listened to those desperate calls with nothing but irritation, dismissing each one as theatrics, an inconvenience unworthy of their time. My brother snarled over the phone, “Then just die already!” So I did. In the end, it was my three-year-old daughter who made the final call—using her smartwatch to video my mother, live-streaming the freezer where my severed head lay. Now, my spirit watches from above as they all, one by one, begin to unravel. ... I knew I was finally going to die. So I called my family. My mom answered. She was in the middle of a face mask, her voice muffled and edged with impatience. “What is it now, Elena?”

Elva said looking at me. " Wow, thanks for the unwanted compliment," I said with both my eyelids low. " Oh, you're welcome honey," Elva said and turned her head to look at the second dead girl who had her eyes wide open. Her face was white, and so was the rest of her body, and she was smelling, so I am guessing she had died for about three days tops.

I searched his eyes for an answer, but whatever it was lay deep in his heart, a place I couldn’t reach with just my eyes. “She was brought back to life,” he revealed. “Elena?” My heart hammered as her name escaped my mouth. “No, Rhoda. She was returned from the dead by the moon goddess. And now my brother won’t rest until he finds her killer,” he answered. It was more relieving to hear Rhoda was back to life than Elena. Not that it did any good for both of us, but at least, it wouldn’t be on my side to struggle from the beginning again. I sighed, shaking my head as thoughts evaded it. “So what’s going happen. Everything’s in place, you need to do something,”

The beast drops to the floor and before I can even get there to finish the job, Dana is already screeching the bike to a halt, jumping off and leaning over Eli. “Eli, wake up!” She yells at him with a voice full of panic. I slice through the horse's neck and come up on the pair. I already know Eli is dead, my enhanced hearing not picking up a heartbeat. “Eli,” Dana sobs. “You can't die. Come on, open your eyes. You’re too young. You have a whole future ahead of you.” “Dana…” I sorrowfully say, placing a hand on her shoulder. Wet blue eyes turn to look up at me and I shake my head. “He’s gone.”

Amy said as she got up. She extended her hand, and Jane handed her the tablet again. She stared at the picture of Mr. J again and touched it gently. “His death is approaching nearer..."

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."

I was glad that I got to her before Elena killed her. “Please allow me to finish her.” Elsa pouted when I wanted to go to Elena. I sighed and nodded,I handed the staff to her and we both walked to where she was.Elena gasped when she saw her standing in front of her,she shut her eyes as she waited expectantly for us to end her. “Do you accept your defeat woman?” I asked Elena and Elsa chuckled. “You will kill a witch, your own kind.” She retorted,her eyes were still shut.

“Don’t cry, please.” “I should have said it long ago,” Eve whispered between shaky breaths. “But I was scared… scared someone would see me, would hurt me. Especially after Daze… after he…” The words hit a wall inside her, and she broke again. “I miss him so much.” I saw the guilt in Elsa’s eyes. She looked at me, asking silently if she could tell me. I nodded. She deserved the truth. Elsa leaned close to Eve and whispered, “Calm down. Daze isn’t dead.”