Novel & Cerita In Death Series In Order

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"

Each one of them would die for the protection of their city. "Affirmative, host." This was the last words on Quickstep's ears before he succumbed once more to the dark embrace of death. "Bouncing balls! Did I die again?!" Quickstep asked the system the moment he woke up. He remembered the pain as he was pierced by both sword and spear. This death seemed even more excruciating than the last. It was his third death already. I will not experience the pain of dying again, Quickstep vowed. "Affirmative, host." The system replied.

My hands were trembling as I flipped through the pages, the scent of old paper and ink filling my senses. I had already read the coroner's report. I had already seen Elder Crowe's signature. But now, I wasn't looking for the cause of death. I was looking for a date. I began to scan the administrative logs of the previous pack, the records of the deaths that had occurred in the months leading up to my father's passing. My eyes darted across the lines of cramped, elegant script. Death of Martha Grey... accidental fall...Death of Thomas Reed... old age...Death of Elena Vance...

“Got some messy details already. Two of the people on your list are dead, and both deaths trace back to the Order, I'm certain.” I sat up straight. “You’re serious?” “As a heart attack.” “Good job, Raina. Really,” I said quietly. I could almost hear her smile through the phone. “Go to bed, Zara. You’ll need your strength tomorrow.” “Goodnight,” I said, hanging up, though my mind had no intention of resting. Tomorrow wasn’t just another day. It was the beginning of the end.

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.

“You’ve always been sickly. I suggested taking you to the hospital, but you refused. Jacob told me long ago that something was off about you, but I still chose to believe you instead of him!” He called for his bodyguards to lock Rachel up. As he stared at my body silently, he used a clean cloth to wipe away the blood on my face. He called out my name repeatedly, but no one answered. In the end, Mark could no longer hold back his sadness. He fell to the floor and covered his eyes in anguish. “Jane’s dead… I killed her… “I’ll pay for your life… Jane, just wait for me…” I watched coldly, but my resentment grew.

No way to reverse it. It was a potion used by werewolves who wanted to say goodbye properly before dying. With shaking hands, Marcus calculated the timeline. From the exact moment I had signed the wedding postponement agreement for him until the stranger said I died - it was exactly 72 hours. The realization hit him like lightning. I hadn't signed that agreement because I was being understanding. I had signed it because I was already dying. He remembered the moment I collapsed in front of him three days ago. I had fallen right at his feet, my body giving out completely.

She pursed her lips. Lucas shoved the box into her hands nonetheless. "You're still as stubborn as ever. I'm here to ask you about your mom's third death anniversary. If you have any plans in mind, let me know in advance so I can help you with it." Ariel paused briefly. She did not expect Lucas would remember about that. Elena passed away a year before Ariel got married. It would soon be her third death anniversary. Jayson probably was not even aware of this. "Alright, I'll see you at the convention hall in a bit." Lucas looked at his phone and stroked her hair as he always did. Then, he turned around and left.

I lost countless people who I knew were going to die, and couldn't do shit to stop it. It all started with Abene, my mother, the Duchess of the D'Arcy Dukedom in the southern region of our Kingdom. Then was followed by Akira, Chimere, and Nefertari, my triplets sisters who were five years older than me. Two months after that, my half-sister, Inara, two years older than me, was also dead. After her, Rune, my brother who was a year younger than me, also died. My grandparents and my aunt came right behind. And then three of my cousins. Lastly, I saw Avy's death, and now she's also gone.

in the most beautiful writing she had ever seen. Diego left the class immediately after it ended, his head was banging with an ache from all the long talks. All along, he managed to keep his eyes off Kyra but now he just needed a break from these many odd-looking people, it was making him sick. He walked down the empty hallway, gathering his thoughts in every way possible and rearranging his next move on the prey he had sought for so many years. "Demon Alpha!" He paused abruptly, his face holding a stiff expression as he turned to see who had uttered those words.