In Death Series Order Novels & Stories

I hadn't hurt anyone, but why had I to see such inhumane images in the third year after my death? I floated down and looked at the tiny baby. This was the first time I saw that child. I didn't cry when I was killed by Vivian. I didn't cry when I watched Winston dissect me with his own hands. But now, my tears were falling without stopping. This child already had hands and feet. If I hadn't been killed by Vivian, this child would have been over two years old by now.

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.

“We don’t have seven days. We have five. Maybe four.” Four days until blood kills. Four days until I have to choose who dies first for real. I press my bleeding arm to Theo’s chest. His blood mixes with mine. The bond sparks. I don’t get a death-memory. I get a future. Theo, dead in my arms. Day 16. Real this time. No reboot. Arrow through his heart. Draevor’s crest on the shaft. I jerk back. Theo’s hand finds mine again. “Saw that, didn’t you?” he murmurs. “Now you know. First real death is mine.”

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...

“I can handle it. Let’s do this.” My brother’s expression softened with pride. “That’s my girl. We’ll make sure this ends now.” Death gave me a curt nod, his face a mask of resolve. “We’ll start planning immediately. Stay close and follow every instruction. We can’t afford any mistakes.” As I watched the guys all exit my brother’s office, my heart was beating so fast. I couldn’t believe Death had told him what I suggested. I turned to say something, but Death walked past me without a word.

The electricity was barely noticeable because the heat and sparks in my chest was way worse as it burst between the two of us. "Aaaw! This is sweet. Haydon, I didn't think you'd find her so soon!" I jumped out of Haydon's grip and turned around to see Death standing near my door and grinning at us. I looked at him in confusion. "How did you know his name?" I asked. Twice in one night, Death proved he knew Haydon. His eyes beamed in shock and he looked at Haydon. I swear they looked related to each other. Same blonde hair, same colour of eyes, but different all the same.

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

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.

"Not just this thing. The smell. Under the rot." I've been choking on the rot. I push past it. And there it is. The same wrongness that was carved into the birch. I study the thing we killed. I’ve seen enough dead to know the stages of decomposition. This didn't die Tuesday with a cute phone in its pocket. "It's old," I say. "Been dead a long time." Dax goes still. "The ones going missing," he says slowly. "They're disappearing alive." "Yeah." "So this isn't one of them."

◤━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━◥ A P L A Y E R H A S B E E N E L I M I N A T E D ───※ · Student No. 5 - Spencer Sinclair · ※─── ⌧ Team : Scarlet Ravens ⌧ Role : The Archer ⌧ House Represented : Stonemaskers & Wanderlusters ⌧ Death Location : Crypts of Bone ⌧ Death Time & Day : 5:10 P.M, 2nd Day ◣━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━◢ I remain, sitting in this dim corner, the concrete floor cold against my legs. Now as Spencer's name glowed before ours, our realization intensified as we thought we are mere pawns in this game, our lives worth as much as the flickering fluorescent lights that barely illuminate the gloom.