Es Death Novels & Stories

Her voice was quiet through the rain and eyebrows furrowed so deeply that they created a dent between the two. "Reniella De Vega and Deshawn Cervantes. Don't worry, I'm just checking in," Death replied. From the time written on his watch, it was New Year's Eve that Deshawn Cervantes was supposed to die. Deshawn, though soaked from the rain, looked very much alive. "We're fine," Reniella cut in sharply. Death nodded his head slowly and the gold sheen of life that exuviated from Deshawn was clear even through the darkness. It was a bright aura that stuck to his body and stretched out before melting against Reniella's ambiance.

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.”

Elena exhaled. Theo looked at her. “He’s dead,” he said. Nia checked her phone. “Obituary filed yesterday. Lagos. Cause: liver failure.” Amara crossed her arms. “He waited until the end to confess.” Kai strummed a chord. “He knew we’d find it.” Elena looked at the drive. Then at her children. “It’s over,” she said. They nodded. They hugged her. They cried. They laughed. They lived. Elena sat on the veranda that night.

A well-dressed anchor appeared behind a digital backdrop, her voice smooth and rehearsed. “This just in,” she said. “The CEO of Blake Enterprises, Christian Blake, has been confirmed dead following severe injuries sustained during a police pursuit. Officials say the cause of death was neurological trauma and respiratory failure. His body is expected to undergo an autopsy before a private family burial.” A large photo of Christian flashed on the screen, an old press image, full of charm and polished elegance. Beneath it: “BREAKING: CHRISTIAN BLAKE – DEAD AT 38” Crystal’s lips parted as she stared at the screen.

Trista felt her heart jump into her throat, her thoughts a tangled mess of static. She held her breath, looking up at Elias with a trembling gaze. "How... how exactly did he die?" Elias dropped to a crouch so he was eye-level with her. "Shortly after Vincent was admitted to the ward, Alpha Cassian and Alpha Alistair both went in to 'visit' him. About thirty minutes after they left together, the medical center announced his condition had 'deteriorated.' He was pronounced dead shortly after." Trista looked down immediately, trying to hide the panic and fear in her eyes.

Age at death: 6 years old Date of death: 10th December, XXXX (1:30 AM) My body collapsed onto the floor. “NO!!!”

In timing. These souls were not scheduled. They were not substitutions. No balance was redirected to account for their removal. They were taken because Death chose to take them. That distinction matters. “You intervened,” I say. This is not accusation. It is record. Death does not deny it. He stands exactly as he always does when he carries excess, posture steady, attention precise. The markings along his form burn faintly, not fading, not dispersing. Pain contained where it always is. Within him.

Grace's lips trembled, but she still forced herself to speak. "What, you hired someone to scare me? He's already dead. Why would you use something like this to get back at me? Why won't you just let him rest in peace?" When she refused to believe me, I opened the video and showed it to everyone. The footage started playing, showing my son lying in a hospital bed. His face was pale and his breath weak, but he looked alert and in good spirits.

“It’s the date this codicil was approved by your father.” I stared as my chest tightened. “Why?” he asked. “Is it significant?” My head bobbed, though I couldn’t form the words. “I-it’s the day he died.” The young man beside me sucked in a breath. “Th-that…” He stammered, “can’t be right. Maybe it’s a typo?” “It could be right. He died during the evening, a heart attack after he fell asleep.” They say that a quick and painless death is like being kissed by an angel. I always wondered how he warranted a kiss. Maybe this codicil was it?

Alpha Matthew, who loved her so deeply, seemed to have a hard time accepting this reality. After he came to, the first thing he did was rush to the lake. Desperately, he grabbed at the pitiful warriors. "No. It can't be. Amber isn't dead! She's carrying my child. We are about to be parents. Why would she take her own life? "I don't believe it. I will not believe that she's dead until I see her body. You people are lying to me. I will find her and get her back!" A warrior explained hesitantly, "Alpha Matthew, based on our investigation, Luna Amber was diagnosed with perinatal depression. This explains why she would take her own life.