Es Death Novels & Stories

Cara by my side didn't utter a single word, just listened to what he had to say. He cleared his throat, preparing himself to break the news on us, "Also, the medical examiner found out that the cause of death wasn't the fire," My eyebrows pulled together as I assessed his next words, "It was a gunshot to the chest." He said, his words sucking all the oxygen from the room. "What?" I shot out. "What do you mean?" Cara gasped. "We don't have enough information right now," He said, "The investigation about the whole incident is still on, so don't worry, we'll figure out who did this."

The photo zooms out, and I catch the ceremonial proceedings taking place. “O MY GOD!” The remote clatters on the floor as my former boss reads my obituary. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’M DEAD?!” I shriek as I stare at the screen in disbelief. I’m standing right here alive and healthy. Why the hell does the world think I’m dead? “We did all we could, but we were still too late,” the boss finally says as he flips the next page. “The Russians still got us.”

She added but I didn’t say anything. “she right.” I heard a familiar voice say behind me, Death. “You too?” I ask. “Give me that little guy.” He said and cruch down to take War. “He is dying.” He said that made Peace and I looked at each other frowning then looked at him. “What?” I am confused. “Devren is dying, I found his body---” he said like it’s nothing that made my eyes wide. “F*ck.” I said and stood up and ran away towards my car.

Seeing him die once again made her recall just how she had felt so guilty knowing they had been at odds when he died. As they watched Calrson hold onto her close, 6 years and it was Edward, she cried into his arms not knowing he was not as innocent as she had thought he was. Cassandra could not be more grateful Carlson had been there but he was only a guest, while Kelly and Edward had been the ones to comfort her. They had cried with her and smiled with her. Now looking back, she knew it had all been nothing but a lie. “ is she dead?” Cassandra asked Carlson as they stepped out of the funeral palace. “ Yes, she had a heart failure and the doctors couldn't save her this time around,” Carson r

"Oh look, it's Mr. Deaf." Mr. De–? My eyes widened involuntarily as it finally sunk in. And I saw it. I saw my life flashing right in front of me. I saw my own obituary. Isabelle Kimberly Greene, plunged straight to her death when fiance threw her off his private plane. May her soul rest in peace. Ultimate go figure. It's settled. I'm officially dead. Feeling the weight of his glare

"Tell me it's fake. The death certificate—it's fake, right? He's not dead!" Danny exhaled hard, eyes already heavy with the answer. He pulled out a stack of papers and slid them over. "I'm sorry, Dr. Foster. It's real." On top—plain and brutal: [William Wright. Date of Death: March 17, 2020. Cause: hemorrhagic shock.] Delia jerked her hand back like it burned, then snatched the page again, her fingers shaking. A tear hit the corner, smearing the ink. "No... this isn't possible..."

Not Carter, Yolanda, Nathan, or Randy. I fisted the remote control and smashed it on the television beside the bed. It stopped playing the updates about the mysterious suicidal woman, glitched until it shattered. The news confirmed my death, and they were right. Madelyn is dead.

And they're letting me. Time of death is called. 3:47 PM. A Wednesday in November. I died on a Wednesday. The nurses silence the alarms. Begin disconnecting machines. One of them is crying quietly—the young one, the one who hasn't learned to separate herself from the death yet. I want to thank her for crying. Want to tell her that at least one person in this room sees me as human. But I can't. Because I'm dead. --- Almost immediately, my family starts the paperwork.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

"The power... is it finally dead?" ​Julian knelt beside me. He looked human—exhausted, bruised, and covered in the dust of the manor. He reached out and touched my hand. His skin was warm, but the silver marks that used to crawl up his neck were gone. ​"The connection to Silas is dead," Julian said. "The Debt is wiped clean. But the energy... it doesn't just vanish, Elowen. It’s just sleeping." ​I looked around at the silent city. "Why did we come here? Why didn't the Altar just send us back to the beginning?"