Instant Death Novels & Stories

It looked burnt, with half of the table black and the legs looking fragile. "This still doesn't explain why Michelle was hit by the table and died on the spot. Her head was indeed injured, probably hit by this table. But, how?" Nicholas and Noel exchanged glances. "Was Michelle framed, invited to go to this area and then hit her head on the table. So, this table would be the only evidence and reason why Michelle could have died instantly." "Doctor Harris said that it was a quick death. Death caused by a fatal injury. How hard was the blow to Michella's head that she hit the table and died instantly?"

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

It's perfect—it stops the heart almost instantly, and in the chaos of an emergency room, it's unlikely to be detected unless someone specifically tests for it. I draw the lethal dose into a syringe, my hands steady and sure. I've done this before, though Alex doesn't know it. My first husband didn't die in a car accident like I told everyone. He died from a carefully administered injection of insulin that sent him into hypoglycemic shock. Alex thinks he taught me how to kill, but I was already an expert when we met. "How long will it take?" Alex asks, appearing in the doorway. "Seconds. Maybe a minute at most." I hold up the syringe to check for air bubbles. "She won't suffer."

The lonely, yet stunningly beautiful death or simply Sebastian, ran his fingers through his long thick black hair. Bright citrine eyes surrounded by rich black lashes glance across the bare landscape. The year 1245 a.d. Sebastian once again is late to save his soulmate. He always finds them, male or female, moments after their death. He rubbed his eyes and kneeled down next to the young woman that had been crushed to death by a stampede of buffaloes. He gritted his teeth and cursed the fates.

I look at Edward, and in an instant, the world vanishes into a black abyss. The horror in my eyes reflects from his own. I can sadly say that he has come to the same realization; the same truth that is in my eyes is the terror that is playing over in his mind. The question begs, how long shall it take from now. There is no way in telling how rapid the poison shall rush through his veins and infect every corner of his body then. How long shall it take until it slowly starts to eat him from inside until the is nothing but a bunch of bone remaining in a pile of rotten flesh? This truly sounds like the most unbearable death that one could face.

Allie Saturday morning, 7:00 AM. The time when it all happened. It happened so fast that I didn't even have time to process what was happening, what was happening to me at that very moment. I get out of bed with difficulty and sit up, I rest my hand on my chest and cough in desperation as I struggle against my lungs to be able to breathe, it's not anxiety, it's my illness acting against me, doing its thing. Mom comes running into my room and talks to me but I don't hear her, all my senses are focused on finding more oxygen so I can breathe but despite my attempts I can't do it, it's all in vain.

He rushed over and tried to stop Sukie. However, Sukie, who was in a state of madness, could not listen to any advice and she was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, she pounced in front of Alex. Bang! The gunshot sounded suddenly, but also very timely. A bullet was fired from Big Ken’s pistol and pierced through Sukie’s forehead and into the depths of her head. Sukie collapsed at Alex's feet and died on the spot. The death was so quick that she did not even have a chance to say her last words.

Ben whined. “Oh, stop being babies. It’s one shot. It won’t kill you.” “Are you sure?” Baylee asked, standing on her chair to sniff mine. “’Cause this doesn’t seem natural.” “Just drink the damn thing!” Vincent barked. Groaning, we all downed it in one gulp. I nearly vomited it back up but forced it down with a swig of scalding coffee, hoping to burn the taste out of my mouth. “Once you guys get shot, your body will react how it normally would—your heart will stop instantly. You’ll pass out,” Vincent said.

Calla The fifth death happened while I was standing right there. Elena. Twenty-three. Bright-eyed. Eager. She'd just told me about her upcoming mating ceremony, three weeks away, she'd said, her face glowing with happiness. Then the black veins spread across her skin and she was screaming, convulsing, dying in my arms while I could do nothing but watch. Thirty-seven minutes after Adrian. The acceleration was killing us. I held Elena's body as the light left her eyes, feeling her final breath against my neck. When it was over, when the healers came to take her away, I stood there with her blood on my hands.

They were all going to die anyway. The deaths were the hardest to watch. They came in many forms—some quick, some agonizingly slow. The black hail killed instantly, its toxic particles burning through skin and flesh like acid. Clara watched as a woman collapsed in the street, her body convulsing, her screams echoing through the empty buildings. She died within seconds, her flesh blackening and sloughing away like rotting fruit. Others died of exposure, their bodies slowly shutting down as the cold sapped their strength. They grew drowsy, confused, and eventually slipped into a sleep from which they never woke.