Novel & Cerita In Death Series In Order

A smear of crimson is on her lips, the drops I forced there with hands that were steadier than my conscience. There's no pulse. No breath. Her eyelashes rest against skin thats already turning pale. She's too still. It's not sleep. It's not unconsciousness. She's gone. I've seen thousands of people dead. Men killed on battlefields. Women burned in sanctuaries. Children thrown into plague pits like discarded clothes. Death doesn't interest me much anymore. This one does. I told myself to walk It's a practical.thought. If the blood doesn't work, the problem solves itself. If it takes hold, distance will keep judgment from clouding what needs to be done.

He is standing on the beach of Life Zero, holding my white Scythe, but he is alone. ​I am trapped in the "Between," the space where dead timelines go to die. And standing in front of me isn't Silas or my younger self. ​It’s the real Elowen—the one who died in the very first life, a thousand years ago. ​"Welcome home, little sister," she said, her voice a soft, terrifying whisper. "We've been waiting for you to complete the circle."

He asks slowly. “Diego, he…” I begin, but stop as I remember the terrifying lycan that took Rosalie. “He’s not himself. He’s…” Fuck. This was so much harder than I imagined, but I had to get through it. I needed to deliver the news so that we could begin to plan our next step. “He’s lost, and Rosalie, he took her. We tried to stop them, but they were too powerful, and Devin, he, he’s… he’s dead, Anthrose. Devin is dead.” Gasping, I feel bile beginning to rise in my throat as images of all those dead begin to attack me, and as I rush to the balcony in front of me, I hear a piercing shriek fill the air.

The same man said, walking towards where Lena and Jeremy stood. They all couldn’t see the girl but her scent was everywhere. “Jeremy, long time no see!.” Death said with a sinister smile. He almost raised his hand to hug Jeremy when his eyes laid on a certain someone. “You brought her!!.” Death asked with an angry tone. “Why do you have to be behind anything bad?!!” Lena asked with disappointment in her voice. Chris was shocked, so were others except Jeremy. Lena freed herself from Jeremy, he pulled her back but she struggled to get free.

There are only ten minutes left in the college entrance exam when the back door of the classroom bursts open. My best friend, Isaac Powell, kicks it in. He grabs me by the back of my collar, drags me out of the hall, and shoves me into a black SUV idling at the curb. "Are you insane? That was the college entrance exam!" I yell. "Is an exam more important than your life? The students in that room… are probably all dead by now!" Before I can respond, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Notifications flood the class group chat. "@Trevon, the proctor is looking for you." "@Trevon, did you forget about the party after the test?" "@Trevon, where the hell did you go?" My stomach drops as I

“Just how far could everything go after that certain book opens?” In the book of Dylan, the book marks the date and alternate reality of the last loop, the seventh, and the entire Death Reincarnate world turns into a set of other mysteries and miseries. With death, the cards, puzzles and entire chess pieces scramble and turn to the person that they are not original. To the turn table of the entire class that will be called Blood Class. “Next.” The word that he utters while drawing his signature cunning smile to his face. He then continues the dread and introduces the rest. With the element that represents the characters that significance and involvement towards the Maiden is deeper than anyo

Richard looked at me and cursed. "You both fucked up bad, Death is back and I suggest you fucking run," he yelled and ran back to his bedroom. I closed my eyes as the heartache consumed me and strode out the deck doors, heading out towards the beach. I ignored the yelling from Miguel. I only briefly saw him stand and that little prick falling to the floor. My darkness was expanding and twirling around me. A tall polynesian man threw a burlap tarp over me and said not to fight him, that he was Death's caretaker and would take me somewhere safe. Very well, I growled and allowed myself to be carried away. I felt the wood beneath my bare feet and the movement of the water further underneath. I w

I had made peace with it. Death sat patiently tapping his fingers against the leather of the chair. He smiled when he saw my eyes open and stood up. He was dressed in a black suit with a red handkerchief folded into his breast pocket. If this had been anyone other than Death, I would have said he looked sharp. “Oh Kiran, back again so soon,” he said to me and I stood up.

"She doesn't believe me. Can't trust that anything between us is real when it started as strategy." Calla was quiet for a long moment. Then: "Can you blame her?" "No. That's the worst part. I can't blame her at all." A knock at the door interrupted us. Aria stepped in, her expression grim. "We have another death. Fourth one. Marcus's nephew, Adrian. Found in the training hall twenty minutes ago." My stomach dropped. Four deaths in less than six hours. "How long between this one and the last?" I asked. "Two hours. The pattern is exponential—twelve hours, three hours, two hours. If it continues, the next death will be in an hour. Then thirty minutes. Then fifteen." Aria's voice was flat. "At t

Zayn laid hold of his shirt and snared, "Who the fvck are you all?" He laughed and sniffed with blood running out of his nose, "We are the revolution" He slowly let go of the body to the ground and the man was gone. He was dead. Zayn turned and his eyes met with that of Allegra whose fist was tightened. She said to him, "Another dead end, these guys keep dying like it's nothing" "It sounds strange but they die after saying, Hail, Alpha Ajax. Like an activator for the death or something"