Instant Death Novels & Stories

It swept past the backs of Konrad and the others' heads, then continued to spread, extending for over 500 meters. Dust settled. 70 to 80 meters away, except for Konrad, the other five Martial Overlords all swayed. Driven by inertia, they stumbled forward for another 30 to 40 meters before collapsing, the sparkle in their eyes vanishing rapidly. Their bodies did not even twitch, simply succumbing to instant death. Their consciousness was obliterated. From a medical perspective, this was true death. There were no external injuries, but their minds suffered fatal blows, erasing their consciousness completely, more thoroughly than any physical attack could achieve

There are ways of dying that do not end in funerals. Types of death you can not smell. -Unknown. |I R I S| I have heard so may times that your entire life flashes in front of your eyes when you are close to death. And, now when I stay right there, at the exact same point, I believe it.

Emily wanted to close her eyes as she heard the gun fire, but she found that she couldn’t look away. Knowing that you are about to die is a funny thing. It is almost like time stands still. You have all of the time in the world to think about things, but in reality everything happens within seconds.

With another quick look around the room, I noticed that we were completely alone. I scanned my brain for every piece of knowledge I had about poisons and their remedies. Was there one that could put someone into a death-like state instead of true death? Or if the death was instantaneous enough for a healer to be able to rule it as a sudden heart attack, what effects would that leave on the body? Something that fast wouldn’t have been able to just be consumed; it would need to be injected, father would’ve needed to be exposed to it somewhere it could travel through his bloodstream almost immediately.

She claimed she had more to confess and insisted on seeing Henry. When she met with Henry, she immediately retrieved the hairpin that she hid and stabbed it right into Henry's heart. Henry died on the spot from excessive blood loss. Nora was soon executed as well. I heard that before she died, she kept apologizing to me. However, I no longer had any feelings for her. With the approval documents in hand, I took the train back to North Westonia. I was going to spend the rest of my life there, devoting it entirely to national defense.

The scream caught in my throat when he let go. I fell. Spiraling. Plummeting. The concrete road below rushed toward me with terrifying speed. All my memories flashed before my eyes—snippets of better times, and the faces of my parents hovering in my mind as the distance shrank to just ten meters. The concrete was right there, and in that instant, I knew I was dead. My face hit first, and a blinding, incomprehensible pain tore through my skull. Then I heard a sickening crack in my neck, and after that, I felt nothing. Everything went dark.

The next afternoon, I received a call from the police telling me to go to the morgue to identify a corpse. When I arrived, I smelled the stench of something heavily burnt. Adam’s corpse lay under the white cloth, and his face was no longer identifiable. He was also curled up in a strange manner. The police told me that someone set Adam’s house on fire and locked it from outside so that Adam could not run. In the end, Adam could not endure the fire anymore and jumped down from more than twenty stories. That was why he was smashed so badly that he was beyond recognizable. I nodded calmly and felt no sorrow within me. He brought this on himself.

But in this moment, destiny chose a crueler path. The handsome man stood frozen, his mind reeling from her words. He had not expected this, not from her. A deep pang struck his chest, far more than just the pain of heartbreak. His eyes widened, and before either of them could react, his body seized. His heart, overwhelmed by the sudden emotional shock, gave out. With one final, stunned look in his eyes, he collapsed, dying on his feet.

Just like the horrifying incident from nights before, the four messengers who drove the carriages suddenly stiffened in their high leather seats, their eyes widening into completely unfocused circles of pure agony. Thick white foam began to pour out of their mouths in a grotesque stream, their chests heaving with a final, massive gasp of air before their bodies collapsed forward over the wooden railings. They died instantly on the spot, their lifeless hands dropping the leather reins as they hit the muddy ground with a series of heavy, sickening thuds.

Crack! In the blink of an eye, the tentacle formed by the dead souls quickly collapsed, exploded, and vanished. Fingers, palms, wrists, arms- In an instant, they turned into ashes. Those souls did not even have a chance to scream or struggle to express their fear!