Illumi Death Novels & Stories

I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up

That wasn’t what I’m expecting him to say. “Fuck, what? Hell no. He died, remember?” I say, glancing at Layla. Now, without whatever Nadia was feeding me, the memory of Quade’s confession is crystal clear. He didn’t kill Tray that day, but he did die. We all saw him. “You talked to him before he died though…” I begin. “I did, and we buried the body, but I took the Sapphire from him. But it wasn’t real. Nikita managed to break it, and I got the pieces-”

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

“My lady?” “Yes?” Lillia flinched. “I mean—” She exhaled, deliberately stalling. “I… have another aspect I need clarity on.” Maera’s brow arched. “What?” “My death.” Maera’s stiffened. Her breath caught, eyes widening briefly before they lowered, and looked away. “My… accident, I mean.” Lillia corrected smoothly. Talking about her death while alive felt wrong, though technically, the real Lillia or rather, Liora, was dead. And she—

Guila’s body recoiled with each impact, blood spilling from her left chest as life drained away. As the light faded from her eyes, she managed a final, cryptic question with a twisted smile. “Do you know… do you know who Emilia is?” Her laughter, eerie and haunting, echoed through the chamber as she passed away, leaving behind a enigmatic riddle in her wake.

Dark eyes beneath a curtain of dark hair give way to thin lips, the upper one interrupted by a scar. It’s a funny thing that he and Edgar are related by blood. All these differences and he looks nothing like his cousin. And now he’s scowling as he looks at Jungkook, scowling, and also somehow smirking. His arms cross over his chest. “Hello, Mattel.” “Imari. You look awful.” The smirk indisputably becomes a scowl. “So, your little birdie tells me the omega you chased after is dead.” He knows Regina’s not dead, but the thought of it still stabs him in the heart nonetheless. “Yes,” Mattel says, and the tear he sheds is very real. “She perished in the attack. In the west tower.”

I threw up so much. My eyes went over to where she was laid. She was lying there, only her profile was visible in the light of the dark room. Her blood spreading everywhere from her head, I didn't aim for a headshot. I couldn't believe I actually did it. [Laughs] I actually did it. I killed my miha, I killed my own Elle, with my own bare hands. --- It wasn't my fault. *****

Death was too good a punishment for him. But instead of throwing it away, like I had thought he would, Lucas lifted it to his mouth. His eyes locked with mine, defiance burning through the pain, and he drank. The silver salt burned him from the inside out. His body convulsed, smoke rising from his lips, and in moments he collapsed, lifeless, the vial rolling from his hand. A horn blew. Lucas’s last words rattled through my skull as his voice echoed weakly, a final whisper before death claimed him:

“Find me something on this list—something we can verify immediately.” Jessica nodded, fingers flying across the keyboard. “Give me a second.” Minutes passed. Then— Jessica’s screen flashed. Her eyes widened. “Oh… shit.” Michael stiffened. “What?” Jessica turned. “One of these names? He’s already dead.” Lena frowned. “When?” Jessica’s voice was tight. “Two weeks ago. And it was covered up. Official records say ‘natural causes,’ but I just found a leaked coroner’s report that lists ‘probable asphyxiation.’”

"Allen Peterson, the Bright Zomie you beat last night, he is dead." "What do you say, it's impossible?" Allen Peterson is sure of his own attack. Although his shot is a little heavy, at most, he will let the other party lie in the hospital for two days, which will never kill people. "Tell me carefully what you know." "I don't know very well. I only know that Bright Zomie was sent to the hospital last night, and the news of his death came out early this morning." Allen Peterson pressed off the phone. There is definitely something wrong with this matter. He must go out and find out what's going on, otherwise, it will bring him great trouble.