Novel & Cerita In Death Series In Order

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.

A desperate wail tore from my throat. Watching me writhe in pain, Sophia's voice dripped with triumph: "Once you're dead, the Luna's throne will be mine." I thrashed, fighting for breath, but every gasp only drew in more wolfsbane-laced water. My life force drained away at terrifying speed. Consciousness blurred, then faded. Minutes later, my last breath dissolved into the darkness. The water dungeon fell silent once more, leaving only a cold corpse for the water snakes to feast upon.

Original Death is watching with patience that feels like inevitability. And the clock is ticking toward extinction.

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

But then I remember the stupid ass shit rules when an alpha dies without a qualified heir. “First his loyalist would come for my head and then Sarah’s and then the nearest qualified alpha would take over the pack. I need to be the alpha so I can ensure the loyalist can’t hurt us,” he says with a sigh. “There is so much red fucking tape to go through just to kill a fucking crazy asshole.”

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."

He said nothing but something in his eyes told me that he already knew. "It was your dear mother, it's funny you know... because I thought she was dead." My tone changed, losing the fake playfulness it held moments ago, a frown creased my forehead, "Wasn't she?" I pressed my palms on both sides of the handrest and leaned forward, "You see, when I kill someone, they're supposed to stay dead." I rolled my eyes, "But for some reason, all the dead people in my life somehow come back to life and they make their way into mine and screw it up."

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

"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...

Jai works through the night analyzing the deaths. Jamie, Briton, and Kade watch over his shoulder. "There's a pattern. Look." He displays a map. "Eight deaths. All in different cities. But the timing is precise. Exactly seventy-two hours apart. Not approximate. Exact." "Ritualistic?" Meredith asks, joining them. "Or coordinated. Multiple killers working on a schedule." Jai pulls up victim profiles. "All testified publicly. All provided damaging evidence. But look at this."