Fairy Tail Death Novels & Stories

His death was drawing near. "P...pl...please...d..don't..." He started crying; he was seeing the devil, standing right on his shoulder, prepared to kill him any second. "You know, I could have just asked the gang leader to kill you, but I wanted to show you what I'm capable of. That the power of the Astley family never dies." She walked in front of him. "I...I'm sorry...Mam...please forgive me..." He kept repeating; his voice increased each time he said it. But it didn't affect her at all. It seemed as though she couldn't hear him; no one could cause they didn't even look at him.

Seraphine asked her. Elara turned to Seraphine. "It wasn't a normal death, Seraphine," She said to her, tears rolling down her eyes. "Alpha Alaric was poisoned.”

Zale's legs gave out. He fell onto the marble steps. "Life thread severed..." he mumbled. "Impossible. Kressa can't be dead..." The broken gold thread glowed faintly in his hand. Every speck of light felt like a curse on his sins. "How did she die?" Hecate asked, trembling. "Did a monster kill her?" The Goddess of Fate shook her head. "The final throes of the Tartarus Death Curse. Her soul was consumed by its fire, leaving nothing but stardust." Her voice had no emotion. "Her chosen representative will contact the family in three days for the funeral."

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

He was also crying but he still put me first because I felt like I was going to faint from what I witnessed. Just like in my dream. It is true that Don Jose is dead. His body was so decomposed that we buried him without opening the coffin. Just like papa, we will also cremate Don Jose's body. All relatives and acquaintances of Don Jose attended. Almost all the townspeople sympathized with the loss of Don Jose. Even so, security is still tight at the Mansion because Beth has not been caught yet.

She was also stunned after seeing a large figure behind Rikka. "I-impossible. What kind of magic is this?" she asked with her mouth agape. A white light figure soared into the sky like a giant human. The occult particles around the place seemed to be sucked in by the huge figure, turning it into a very thick lump of soul magic and producing very strong energy. “Death Spell, ‘Angel of Death Summoner’s Light’,” Rikka said. “N-no way. Miriam Fatir, Charlotte, whoever the Fatir Family’s magical girls are, I’ve never seen them use this Spell.”

Enzo laughs and I join him, shaking my head. “I keep telling you I’m not the same flowery teenage girl you grew up with, Caleb. His death is mine. It’s as simple as that.” I shrug, not giving them the choice, and they all know it. “How will you do it?” James asks. “We have him sitting on the stage, so he can approve of the union. I will slit his throat when he stands over us, giving us approval.” “The blessing of our union comes before the marking,” James complains.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

A voice I knew all too well. ​"You forgot the most important rule of the Debt, kids." ​I froze. I turned around, my heart stopping. ​Standing in the ruins of the doorway was the younger version of me—the First Life. She wasn't drugged anymore. Her eyes were solid violet, and she was holding a Scythe that looked ten times more powerful than mine. ​"You can't have two of the same soul in the same room," the First Life said, a cruel smile touching her lips. "One of us has to go. And I like my life just fine."

He finally turns to look at me after he brushes off some hair from his arms. “You join the Flying Death because your heart is black. You become Reeve because you’re dead inside. You have no future with me Hazel. I’m not gonna drag you into my fucked up world, with my demons. When Mona comes, you’ll go with her,” he says, turning toward the entryway. I run after him and punch him right in the back. “I am NOT one of your Flys and you will not just fucking dismiss me when you’ve gotten what you wanted,” I shout, and hit him again.