Fake Death Novels & Stories

“How then did I survive? How am I still alive? If he is as skilled as you say he was, I should have died there and then.” *You did die. Well, you sort of died* “I sort of died?” *There was a complex engraving on your heart that was activated after your death. It is something I recognized from the past. We call it False Life* “What’s that?” *It’s similar to what you see in video games. Instead of having one life, that engraving gives you two. It’s complex to perform and the materials required are very expensive. Most importantly, it must be placed there by someone who has your blood*

All they knew was that having him around brought them peace. That was Evan's power. And this fake death certificate could ensure he stayed with them forever. Once he was "dead," his name would be removed from the system as his identity would be wiped from official records. Once that happened, he would no longer be able to exist in the open. He would have no choice but to always stay by their side. Roxanne and Anya's breathing grew uneven. They had to admit that Hazel had gotten to them. This fake death plan was like Pandora's box. It was dangerous, yet irresistibly tempting.

Keeping me grounded while waiting to loot bodies like the ghouls we were. "Are we really doing this?" I whispered. “The way Faking our deaths with real dead bodies?” “It’s the freedom. If there are no bodies, then they’re going to keep searching. They need proof. Final, irrefutable proof." "This feels wrong. These were people. They had lives." "They did. And now their deaths have a purpose. It’s better than most people get.” I looked at him. I forget sometimes how different we were. How he could justify things that left me with a sick feeling in my stomach.

Blake, who had been listening quietly, suddenly perks up. “James Dean?” Blake repeats, exchanging a glance with Demitri. I laugh, incredulous. “Why are you looking at me like I just said the name of an alien?” Demitri leans back, his eyes locked on me with unsettling intensity. “Because the James Dean we know, the one who supposedly died, didn’t actually die. He faked his own death.” My stomach twists, the casual confidence I had starting to unravel. “No,” I say, shaking my head. “My uncle is dead. I know he is.”

He laid it on the vanity beside the laptop and flipped it open. A death certificate stared up at me. Name: CLARA KANE Status: DECEASED Date of Death: 3 YEARS AGO Cause: COMPLICATIONS FOLLOWING NEUROLOGICAL TRAUMA I stared. The seal was real. The signatures were real. My stomach lurched. “This is a fake,” I said. “It’s legal,” he replied. “Which is what matters.” Anger flared, hot and blinding. “You declared me dead,” I said. “On paper. To who?”

"Don't ever say that... unless..." She stopped for a moment before pulling me close. "Unless the world believes it," she whispered into my hair. "If you just disappear, Guillermo will never stop looking for you. But if you fake your death, he will believe you're dead and stop searching for you. To escape a man like Guillermo, you have to turn yourself into ashes.” I couldn't stop thinking about her words. I'd already thought about faking my death before she came into the room. At first, the idea scared me.

“I, hereby, The Emperor of the Underworld is declaring my own death to you guys. This emperor also will be buried at a secret place where no one can access it and will disappear from their sight. The end.” The atmosphere came to a standstill. They blinked confusedly at Eagle and looked dazed Aisyah, who looked discontent with crossed arms, snapped her head toward Eagle fast enough that she thought she almost snapped her head and visibly gasped. Death declaration. Aisyah couldn’t believe what she heard right now. Death declaration was literally when someone declared someone was dead. Right now, Eagle was declaring their own death. ‘How hurt are you?’ Aisyah was too stunned to speak.

He ignored the creature and kept walking, hoping that in ignoring him, he would leave him alone. “One of the men you made to choke the other day has died at the hospital. Guess which people are accused of killing him with witchcraft,” the man said again and Jason’s heart skipped a bit. “What are you saying?” he asked, turning to the man. “Nothing, bro,” Grant said, walking past Jason, then turning to look at him funny. Jason’s eyes were fixed on somewhere else and not him. He did not know what to make of it, so he continued walking. The latter had not seen him walk past.

How could a dead person have pushed her? However, Dad believed her. He walked over and gently wrapped his arms around Ms. Ritter. "Don't cry, I'm here. I won't let him bully you anymore," he said as he patted her back. I froze abruptly and stared at Dad in a daze. He looked at my body lying on the floor with disgust. "Since he's so determined to play dead and get out of donating blood, then I won't cover for him either. Get back every drop that was spilled—insert the needle and draw his blood again. Let's see how much longer he can keep up this act!"

Soren was on his knees in the middle of the ruins, his hands hanging at his sides, blood dripping from his fingers. The warriors nearby did not dare come closer. They could only stand outside the wreckage, their eyes red-rimmed. Kaiden stumbled forward a few steps and looked at Soren, his face drained of color as he murmured. “How did this happen? Tell me this isn't real!” “Freya isn't dead! She hasn't even become my Luna yet. How could she be dead?” His wolf slammed wildly inside his mind, as if it wanted to tear out of his body and drag Freya back with its own claws. But all around him was the smell of wet ash and scorched earth. The fire had erased every trace of her scent.