Everyone Dies Sad Novels & Stories

He would say exactly the same thing if he were in his shoes. This is the nature of human beings. No matter how powerful you are, you will always die. You’ll have to return to the world of the afterlife when your time is up, and you’ll eventually turn into a speck of dust. You are unable to take anything with you. Tyr smiled. “Senior White is about to pass away, but I can’t feel much sadness within the family.” “Hehe, death befalls all men alike.” Otes smiled and explained, “But there is no need to show our sadness.”

Yekaterina’s voice broke as she cried, her heart gripped with pain and sorrow as she stared at Jade’s pale face. Andrik frustratedly raked his hand on his hair, as he looked down, unable to answer Yekaterina’s pleading voice. Zayden and Blaize just stared into thin air. Death has been everywhere and has been happening every second since they entered the arena. The feeling of being surrounded by it makes death somewhat normal but Jade’s death doesn’t feel normal. For them, it’s heart-breaking, sorrowful, devastating, like losing someone dear to you, like losing a close friend...

Lena stared at the words. Her heart pounded wildly. “…Aftergame?” someone whispered. “What kind of sick joke is this?” another voice snapped. The screen flickered. More words appeared. STATUS: DECEASED A gasp spread across the crowd. Lena’s chest tightened painfully. “No…” she whispered. “No… that’s not—” ALL PARTICIPANTS HAVE DIED Her legs weakened slightly. Her breathing grew shallow. “I… died…” she whispered. Her voice barely sounded like hers. NEW OBJECTIVE: SURVIVE

'I know, you can't accept it for the time being, right? Jones Davis still didn't answer, only vaguely heard some sobbing. 'Telly Smith's death really made everyone feel unhappy, even sad, not just you, me, Javen, and even Hugo James. Several of us felt very bad.' Cassie held her head in her arms and reached out and patted her on the back. 'But you have to know that people can't come back from the dead. There are so many accidents in life, and you never know which comes first, happiness or disaster. In that case, let's accept our fate. At least, we have. '

he said with a shaky voice. "But, James, everyone thinks I'm dead...everyone! My colleagues at work, my mother, who helped me so much... She must be devastated, feeling sick and in need of support. I'll never get to see them again..." "I know... I know, it hurts a lot. But-"

I crossed my arm. “Dash is dead.” *silence* . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Whimpers echoed in my throat, my face scrunching up as tears started to stream again. Everyone was dead, except me, but I would be soon. Maybe his fast death was the better way to go, rather than experiencing the cruel torture of waiting, of being subjected to restraint. Hope was slipping from me, as much as I clung to it. Breathing became difficult. I couldn’t get enough air, and it felt like I was going to suffocate. The more I thought about it, the worse it became. Every shot echoed. The smell of the room. Dead. Everyone. After a few minutes, the world went black.

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."

It was William, the Alpha from the Ice Plains Pack, standing behind me. His voice was filled with sorrow, "When you sent him to the Ice Plains, I knew he died painfully. But I didn’t expect... A ten-year-old cub, betrayed by his pack, mauled by lone wolves, abandoned by his father... and forced to watch himself bleed to death." Andrew's final memories were of waiting for death. Even if I had reached him in time, I wouldn’t have been able to save him because the only crystal healing chamber had been taken over by Lucas.

It felt just like—death. Meanwhile, my family waited anxiously. Seeing the doctor return, they quickly donned their helmets without hesitation. Somewhere beyond my dying breaths, the machine's cold melody wrenched the last light of my mind back into memories.