Illumi Death Novels & Stories

According to the official records, the cause of death was ruled a suicide. Frustrated, Zach attempted to dig up any active files or background history on Jacob Illustre, but the corporate databases and public registries yielded absolutely nothing—it was as if the man had vanished from the face of the earth. He exhaled a long, weary breath, slamming his laptop shut. Why on earth was he wasting his energy digging up ghosts anyway? Right on cue, as the clock struck eleven, the heavy doors of the study clicked open, and his highly anticipated guest slipped into the room—Ice Tuazon.

She had said publicly that David could never bring Jasmine happiness. Shame twisted in David's chest. Everything Lilith said had come true. If... if Jasmine had only listened to her, would she still be alive? Lilith stared coldly at everyone in the room. In her eyes, they were all complicit, every one of them had played a part in Jasmine's death. "I'm Jasmine's legal representative. Jasmine passed away at two minutes past nine at night on October 15th from acute liver failure, worsened by drug interactions that caused rapid organ failure. Before her death, she authorized me to activate all agreements from the moment of her passing."

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

I never wanted him to know any of this or to hurt like this. The footage ended. On the giant screen, the white soul particles that had once represented the purest goodness completed their final mission. The brilliant light, radiant as stars, gradually dimmed. In the deathly silence that filled the plaza, the particles slowly dissolved into billions of golden specks. Like a gentle snow, they dispersed completely into the air. The last trace of my existence vanished from this world. "It was you all along!" Brody turned to Ellie and raised his hand. The sharp crack of the slap rang out. Ellie stared at him in disbelief, her composure shattering completely.

Sunny Life: “Desert is usually a gentle girl. Getting killed once make a lady a bitch!” Desert: “It’s none of your business. Dark Death, come out and explain. Why did you kill me?” Dark Death: “Do I need a reason to kill you?” Desert: “Can’t you give me a reason? Aren’t you fighting for Lucifer? Last time I saw you standing next to each other. I have a screenshot of it. Dark Death was standing beside Lucifer with invisibility. I just used a kill at that time so, I could see the hidden Phantasm.

"Your father, Torin, became very depressed because of your mother's death. He was also worried about how sick you were. He did crazy things to my family, he threatened me with my husband, and that's where I ended up." Illene looked at Lucas who was already in tears. She approached, then held the hand of the nephew who she considered as his biological child. "Sorry for the selfishness of the mother who wants to return to the mother's family. Sorry for leaving you at that time," Illene whispered sadly. Lucas looked up, looking at the face of the middle-aged woman in front of him. His face is indeed very similar to the photo that is always installed in his room. Suddenly Lucas hugged Illene's b

girl:- no one becomes a member of illuminate, only illuminate decides who can rise or fall, my father's company works on medical that can cure aids, but in doing so they have created a slow poison that can kill million people in two months, what special about that poison is that nobody can trace that poison even after postmortem, our government want to sell this medicine, but my father was against it, so he rebels, illuminate shut him down, in exchange for power and money, now illuminate possess that poison, my father didn't like it, but if he doesn't do what they say, they will kill us, but once we join them, our all problem is finished, we don't have to worry about finance, company surviva

In timing. These souls were not scheduled. They were not substitutions. No balance was redirected to account for their removal. They were taken because Death chose to take them. That distinction matters. “You intervened,” I say. This is not accusation. It is record. Death does not deny it. He stands exactly as he always does when he carries excess, posture steady, attention precise. The markings along his form burn faintly, not fading, not dispersing. Pain contained where it always is. Within him.

It felt just like—death. Meanwhile, my family waited anxiously. Seeing the doctor return, they quickly donned their helmets without hesitation. Somewhere beyond my dying breaths, the machine's cold melody wrenched the last light of my mind back into memories.

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.