Everyone Dies Sad Novels & Stories

Her voice is louder than when she was alive but yet no one could hear her voice. The doctor walk out of the operating room sweating but on his face the sadness of losing a patient is clear on his face. He walk up to the couples " am sorry to say this but she didn't make it, she is dead" her aunt and uncle cried like they regret their action but do they? Shekina cried as if she loved her but did she? No they are not regretting anything they are putting up a show so the people in the room will pity and have mercy on them.

The pain, the plan they had, all failed, everyone dead, by their hands. They are crushing. And then I hear it. a wail, deep, painful and so deep cut out through the air, the dead silent air and I close my eyes, rocking as I cry with my boys. I watch as they hold each other, break down, and finally let go and fall into the depth of pain, as dean, kyle, and cole all hold him and each other in a bear hug on the ground. As they share this pain.

I gasp, barely able to catch my breath. I look around, eyes wide, desperate to see some sign that this will end, but all I see is the same tortured expression on everyone else’s faces. They’re all struggling, their bodies tense, fighting against something they can't see but feel just as intensely. Panic creeps in, tightening my chest. They're all going to die. We’re all going to die today.

“Kade’s pride has seeded all our graves.” A different man, younger, who had clasped his mate to his chest in the corner, let out a noise that wasn’t a word. Tears burned his eyes. “We will all die,” he said, his voice cracked and the sentence shattered into a dozen variations: “We’re finished.” “There’s no way out.” “Lucien deletes whole packs.” Each phrase, each cracked syllable, swung through the circle and left raw marks. “No mercy.” “Not even the animals.” “Not a single one.”

Dark at the edges, closing in. I look at them one last time. Mother, dry-eyed, already thinking about what comes next. Father, impatient, mentally planning his calendar around my funeral. Elena, scrolling through her phone, probably looking at furniture for my apartment. Not one tear. Not one "I love you." Not one moment of genuine grief. This is how I die. Surrounded by people who see me as a transaction that's finally completing. The monitor's beep becomes irregular. Slower. Each tone farther apart.

were bodies. All dead.

Dad's hand remained frozen in place for a very long time. He then slumped to the floor, bawling like a child. He cried as he spoke, his voice hoarse and nearly impossible to make out. "H-He's dead… Ash is actually dead… Ash is dead…" Eli was still standing in the doorway. His hand on the doorframe was shaking, while his whole body was trembling. He looked at Mom and Dad crying inside the storage room, then at the small, lifeless body in the corner.

My eyebrows furrowed, confused at the topic he just brought up, "What made you think about all this now?" He gave me a light shrug, "It's just when I saw you like that, when I thought you were going to die, it...it scared me even more." He said, "I think you are right, I think death hurts the people around us more than it hurts us," His gaze drifted away and a loud breath left him as an exhale, "Because even though I am so scared of death, at that moment," He looked back at me again, "I wished that I was the one in your place because...it would hurt less."

Moreover, a person would die eventually, and the method of death was not important to him at all. "Everyone will die. It doesn't matter if he dies miserably or peacefully. What matters is this experience," said Saber Twelve.

She stared completely at the wall in front of her. Everyone who was listening to her froze in fear. They knew she was angry and could now do anything to win this war. She didn’t care how many people died, or if she ended up hurting the people she loved. She just wanted revenge for everything they had done and this was the only way to do that.