Es Death Novels & Stories

Someone's POV ‘Death, an irreversible cessation of all vital functions a human body has. A permanent stoppage of the heart's beat. Sighing of last breath. Not being able to wake up the next morning. Unable to see how the sun rose. A reality humans fear to encounter; poor souls.’ Elle yawned as she thought to herself, tapping the table, boredly staring nowhere. From time to time, her eyes would caught a glimpse of the doctor who was scrolling on her background profile.

"Matt. The tall handsome tanned guy who can't stop staring at you in the hallway. Drives a red Porsche and hangs around 3 dudes? Another version of trolls?" I arched my brows and wondered who was that before heading to class. I didn't want to think about the rumours so as soon as I was done with classes I left for home. To my surprise, nobody was in. I switched on the TV and nothing that interested me was being aired. Suddenly breaking news about the death of two DEA officers caved in. It was sad though seeing such young men lose their lives in the line of duty. "Poor souls, handsome and young gone too soon", I murmured.

“He’s dead?” Esme nodded. “I’m afraid so,” Esme confirmed. “Lucias died and because of that, whatever mind control thing he had on you guys is no longer in effect.” “How did he die?” Derek asked. “A car accident,” Esme was quick to answer without even glancing at me. I was relieved she didn’t throw me under the bus. I wasn’t sure how they’d react if they knew that I had caused this accident, which meant I was the one who killed him. The thought still didn’t sit right with my stomach.

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

After listening to what Charles had to say, Kirk glanced at Caroline. Even though Kirk didn't say anything, she had a feeling that he didn't want her to hear this conversation. "I'm full. I'll head back to my room to watch TV." With that, she headed to her room. Once her door closed, Kirk replied to Charles, "Is it confirmed?" "It's confirmed; Eddy is dead. However, he died at the doors of Morrison Manor. Like Cheetah, he must have leapt out of the car the moment it was hit!

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

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.