Fake Death Novels & Stories

"Don't... Elowen... don't do it." ​"He’s dying, Elowen," Silas whispered, the needle inches from my throat. "And if he dies here, in the First Life, he never becomes your Shield. He never saves you. He just becomes another body in the furnace." ​The countdown on the monitor hit 01:00. ​The girl on the table began to moan. Her fingers twitched. The violet light began to leak from her closed eyelids, a raw, unstable version of the power I carried.

“Not only to the room, but to our infirmary chain afterward. The corpse never left pack control until burial.” Kane turned from the window. “Unless the corpse was never Zach to begin with.” Silence followed. That theory had been sitting between us since Vivienne received the call. None of us liked it. It required planning, resources and a frightening level of knowledge about our security. Whoever had staged the death would have needed Zach’s scent, appearance, blood structure or enough illusion magic to deceive every check we performed. It was possible, but not simple. Asher leaned both hands against the table. “There are several ways to fake death. Blood mimi

Matteo was silent for a moment before saying, “If this is what you want, I’ll make it happen.” He said he would arrange a car accident for my fake death in three days, on the day of my fifth wedding anniversary with Elijah. “Hazel, I have to remind you that every year on your anniversary, Elijah never leaves your side. Are you sure you can find a chance to fake your death?” Even Matteo, far away in Sinticily, knew how much Elijah valued me. “If he doesn’t leave, then I’ll cancel the plan. This is the last chance I’m giving him.”

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

he muttered. "I feel worse." I pulled out my phone and tossed it onto the desk. "Play the recording I sent you." Silas clicked a few buttons. Vanessa’s drugged, high-pitched voice filled the room: “Richard... Richard Blackwood....Rose ex-husband, Derek.” The silence that followed was heavy. Silas sat back, his mouth hanging open just a fraction. "So the bastard really is alive. He faked his own bloody death...but why? What secret does he have on Vanessa? Damn I have so many unanswered questions."

"No... no, it's impossible! You drowned! You fell into the river!" I didn't even look at Sophia. My eyes were locked entirely on Victor Vane, whose hands were trembling slightly as he stared at Damian and me standing side-by-side. "You should have stayed in the grave, Victor," I said, my voice ringing through the vast concrete vault, razor-sharp and deadly. "Ten years ago, you faked your death to run from your crimes. Tonight, I am going to make sure the grave stays permanent."

She immediately answered, "Is Alex okay?" "Yeah, look, I am telling you this just so you don't ruin it for me," I started to explain, "I kind of faked Alex's death. So when they arrange the funeral, try to show up, shed a few tears as well to make it more convincing so your dear husband doesn't get suspicious." And I am sure if Cara sees her there, she'll go bash crazy which will make this whole death fiasco a bit more convincing. "Oh," She said in shock, "Okay. I will."

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

She definitely looked like a corpse. Jeff was an odd guy, but then, Bart wasn’t surprised considering his chosen profession. “I can’t believe you brought me a body that looks like it’s dead, but it’s not,” he said with a creepy smile. “Yeah, I know. She is alive, though, right?” “Oh, yeah. She’d have to be. If she was dead, rigor mortis would’ve set in by now. She’s totally great at acting dead, though. Like an opossum.”

And the only reason she knew that was because she watched that animation. This, however, was different, when Toph attacks, her opponents are still alive after each hit, but not in this case. Several sharp edges of rocks were created, and bodies were actually hagging from them. It looked like Vlad the Impaler's front yard, but this was not the heads of his enemies it was the actual bodies. The ground absorbs the blood flowing out from their hanging bodies. Serena’s inside was quaking with fear as the understanding of his nickname “Death” took a whole different meaning. He was Death, and from the looks of the bodies impaled on those rock stakes, he earned it.