Illumi Death Novels & Stories

But in the places I couldn't see, a stream of comments flooded the live chat. "OMG! Look who it is! Delicious is here! My white-clad Prince Charming!" "With Delicious here, even a nine-star difficulty level should be a breeze!" "He's so nice. He always helps new players. They're set with him in the team!" I couldn't see the comments. I was just squeezed into the crowd, listening as the young man in white explained the game. From his words, I learned that some people who died unexpectedly were brought into this Death Game. If they managed to clear the level, they could extend their lives in the real world. In other words, this was a second chance at life, granted by God.

That didn't prompt me to stop. Seeing that the man was occupied with making his shield stronger so he wouldn't get hit by my luminary ball, I jumped up, spun my body, and landed on his back. Before he could comprehend what was going on, I made my soul sword appear in my hand, and I stabbed him from behind. The sword penetrated his back and went straight from his heart, punctured it, and came out of his chest. I grabbed the man by the neck, then consumed his life force, and I felt my vitality returning. After there is nothing left to suck, I release my hold on him and his lifeless body slumps to the ground.

This instantly cleared Dave mind , “ So she was planning to poison me “ , he whispers to himself . Life became a war for the wedded couple with each planning for another to die first. During dinner Dave cut off the electricity and claimed he didn’t pay for electricity and would pay tomorrow as it was already late . Dave had a plan , a good plan , a smart plan that would definitely not end with him dying first. He placed the final candle on the dinner table and admired his work. Romantic. Elegant. Deadly .

illummino said, He chuckled inwardly, "Funny, I just chose that plan hours ago, you both do know I could die right?" he replied, They both stared at him, they knew fully well of the implications, "I just have one request, if I die, give the mark of frera to another, terra deserves another chance, they all do" jason said, Illummino gave me a sad look, jason brushed it off, he wasn't trying to be the hero, no, he was doing what was right, where else to die than in his homeland and family house?,

Illarion stopped in his tracks, not wanting Amanda to distance herself further from him. While gazing into Amanda's amethyst irises, the man with obsidian hair asked, "What if it's all true?" Amanda leaned against the cold stone wall in the underground chamber, not wanting to fall in front of Illarion Black, who had just revealed something Amanda had never suspected in her entire life. Her beloved friend Aime, who had been replaced by Illarion, had died because of the actions of the man she loved the most.

My husband Christopher Lumiere succumbed to a deliberate overdose of sleeping pills. He was promptly rushed to the hospital, but was declared dead upon arrival—a lifeless husk. Emily Landon, his junior and the doctor tasked with saving him, failed to revive him despite her efforts. She solemnly passed me his official death certificate, heavy with sorrow. "He's gone, Yuna," she told me, anguished. "Please accept my condolences. I just need your sign here so we can send his body to the morgue."

Line after line of text streamed across my vision. My jaw dropped. Thinking my eyes were deceiving me, I rubbed them hard several times. The comments stayed right where they were, stubbornly refusing to vanish. More warnings continued to flood in. "It's over! Jess is almost home! She's walking straight into the trap!" "Jess, your husband is going to find an excuse to leave you alone with Marianne so he can frame you! Whatever you do, don't go inside!" "At exactly 7:10 pm, Marianne will fall to her death. They're setting you up to shoulder the blame for her murder."

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...

“Why is that?” “Cause his chip is off.” Titanic said that directly facing the picture of Cameron Willow at the wall with its lights off; and that only does that when someone connected to the chip ceased breathing. There were laconic condolences around the two but there could only be one reason for his death; and that’s himself. Titanic wasn’t sure how much did their boss program him to do, but his escape from life had always been a positive outcome for this person behind the scenes. “I guess he talked too much,” the boss said. “You have to move now. Take the vault letters.”

All he could think about was my injured figure. "I'm Theo. Liam's dead." His words left Mia completely stupefied. It took her ages before she finally managed to shriek, "What the hell are you saying? Are you telling me that I've been getting in bed with my mate's brother every night?" "That's right, and you did it knowingly, too!"