Eren's Death Novels & Stories

Viktor picked it up. "Look at the jawline," I said. "Look at the ears." I watched him look. Watched the moment it started to land, the slight stillness that came over him. "That isn't Marcus Hale," he said. "No." "Who is it." "Rafael Conti," I said. "Elara's brother. Officially dead for seven years. No body recovered." Viktor put the photograph down very carefully.

So it can't be him. "Where's Erin?" Nathan's voice was flat. "Which Erin?" "Don't play dumb with me." "Ohhh her...haha, don't worry about her." The bald guy said smiling, but the next second his lips turned grim, and he looked crazed, as he spoke, "That girl is dead, we cut her open, and boy did she gave the most loveliest scream." I felt my stomach churn at what he said. "You fucker!" Nathan yelled and charged at him.

Edward declares Erin's death sentence in his hoarse voice while kissing her chest. Erin heard him clearly, but she isn't fighting against it. She has accepted her pleasurable sweet death!

“Not really. Just… small things. A question here. A delay there.” Lyra’s voice stayed calm. “Who asked.” Eron shook his head quickly. “I don’t know. It was never direct. Messages passed. Hints. Suggestions.” “Suggestions to do what.” “To not see things,” he said. “To look the other way when patrols shifted. To assume someone else had cleared it.” Lyra’s pulse slowed. This sounded familiar. Too familiar. “Why are you confessing now,” she asked. Eron’s eyes filled with tears. “Because I watched Dane die.”

She did it so that I—whose spine had snapped from the fall—wouldn't receive treatment in time. And yet, Mom believed it without question. In her eyes, I was the one who deserved to die. I was the liar who was forever making trouble and using various clumsy excuses to compete with Cindy for her affection. I closed my eyes and felt my life slipping away at a terrifying speed. During these few minutes that Mom spent fussing over Cindy, my body jolted again and again as the defibrillator pressed down on my chest. In the emergency room, a nurse shouted anxiously, "The patient has no will to survive. The resuscitation isn't working!"

Erina was a quiet girl when she was young, and now, she was quite reserved as well. Her personality was completely different from Marina's arrogance. "Sure." Olivia's mind was filled with thoughts of Jack. He still couldn't get over Kurt's death, and since Erina was Kurt's only bloodline, Jack probably wanted to meet Erina. "Here's my number. In the future, you can ask me about anything at all. At least in the path of medicine, I can provide some guidance." "Thank you, Ms. Vanessa." "Come, Erina. You just came back, so you must be hungry right now. What would you like to eat? I'll get the chefs to prepare it for you." Fabian's voice rang out behind them.

Until Death-chapter 26 Theme: Surprised or Shocked, part 2 "How is that possible?" I asked no one in particular, my mouth still open in incredulity as the scene in front of me unfurled itself. Surprise is the military soldier's transformation that just turned into a reaper's warrior. The second is Ryan, so he was the reaper's leader all this time. That means he killed both my foster and biological dad. Lastly, my team.

he stutters as I eye him suspiciously, “H-he has my family.” I look around the room to see the others have surrendered as well. “I want all of Blue Moon warriors escorted to the field,” I command my warriors. Eric is dead? Who killed him? Eric has fallen. Eric has fallen. I repeat, Alpha Eric is dead. Blue Moon is no longer under his control. All Blue Moon warriors are to report to the field for judgement immediately, Tyler’s voice rings out in mind-link.

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

The flat line’s sound doesn’t stop haunting me. And as the nurses let me go, I quickly head straight for Eryis’s bed. I pause for a while to stare blankly at her lifeless body. Then I caress her forearm softly. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” her doctor starts, “she suddenly stopped responding to treatment. We did all we could but…” I don’t bother to look at him, nor do I respond. “Where’s the register?” he calls out to the nurses before spelling out words that nail my heart to an iron spike. “Eryis Charles. Date of death: 17th August, 2025. Cause of death: complications during treatment.”