Novel & Cerita I Can See Your Death Spoiler

He'd eventually found an opportunity to kill me. After my death, I'd lingered as a ghost, unable to move on. I had followed Jack and Kate, watching them live their twisted, off-and-on lives. In the end, they were happy together. It wasn't until Kate botched another surgery and an enraged patient stabbed her in the heart that I saw darkness again. And when I opened my eyes, I was back here, the day before that ill-fated surgery. … Staring at the sterile white ceiling, I could still feel the ache in my abdomen from the pre-op injections.

His eyes become unfocused. Then he falls to the ground. I lean over him and watch the life drain from his eyes. He is dead. I killed him. I killed Hunter.

[ IN WHICH THERE IS WAR AND DEATH ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V — There is something else you should know: I die at the end. Just like any other human being, I die. But there is something else that I'm not proud to say, and it is that; my lover is the reason I die. He killed me.

The air snaps like ice splitting under weight. Eliza inhales sharply. Time recoils slightly, recalculating. It pushes harder. My knees threaten collapse. My breath shortens. My vision fractures between tavern and battlefield again. I see myself falling. I see myself standing. I see her kneeling in mud. I see her by the hearth. I see the house that has not happened. All of it overlapping. And I understand something with terrifying clarity. My death is not the problem. Her movement is. If I panic.

I said suddenly. Lucian stiffened. “How do you know?” “I just do.” Another image slammed into my mind. A blade aimed at Mama’s heart. I screamed, “Left! Mama, left!” Mama moved just as a spear flew through the air where her chest had been. Dad killed the man who threw it. Lucian stared at me. “You saw that before it happened.” “Yes,” I whispered. “I can see… things.” He dropped to one knee so we were eye to eye. “Can you see Seraphina?”

My scream that no one heard. My hands trembled. “I saw you die.” Silence. I opened my eyes, and he was staring at me, frozen. “In the vision,” I continued, voice cracking, “Victor kills you. He says you were never meant to have me. And then he drives his claws into your chest and just… watches you fall.” Luca sat completely still, the color slowly draining from his face. “I didn’t want to tell you,” I said, words spilling now, fast and heavy. “Because it felt too real. Too final. But if there’s even the smallest chance that this hasn’t happened yet, that it can be stopped… you needed to know.”

she muttered, as if unable to accept it. She turned to look at my corpse again, yet not a single tear fell. She tried desperately to find proof that it wasn't me. But the moment she saw my pale, bluish face, she couldn't help but retch. "Ms. Saddler, it seems you've confirmed this is Ms. Flora Saddler," the officer said from the side, unable to hold back. He took out a document and placed it in front of her. "If so, please sign. The funeral home is waiting to carry out the cremation."

With a candle she lit herself, she set it afloat, letting it drift slowly toward the setting sun. "In your next life… don't suffer like this again." At that moment, under the glow of the sunset, a soft halo of light finally appeared before me. Just as I stepped forward, a desperate voice suddenly called out from behind me. "Don't go." It was my mother. To my surprise, this time… she could actually see me. Meeting my gaze, her eyes brimmed with tears as she shook her head again and again, pleading, "Please don't leave me behind, okay? I truly know I was wrong."

I killed the engine before the bike had completely stopped and sprinted toward the wreck. Death spotted me immediately. He stepped into my path. “Prez…” I shoved past him. “Where is she?” His hand caught my arm. “You don’t want to see this.” I ripped free. “The fuck I don’t.” “Nick…” “I said show me.” Death let out a slow breath before silently leading me toward the van. Every step felt heavier than the last. Then I saw her. Everything inside me stopped. Lily lay motionless beside the wrecked van.

I just watched Levi fall apart without feeling even a trace of satisfaction from the revenge. I just felt wary and tired. "Stop making a scene and save yourself some dignity, Levi Hammond," I said, prying his fingers off my hand. Then, I turned and walked toward the exit, pausing for a bit without looking back. "If you don't show up tomorrow, then you will never, ever see me again for the rest of your life." … The next morning was bright and sunny. The rainy season in Riverton seemed to have finally come to a stop after last night.