Manner Of Death Novels & Stories

“How?” “I’m here.” His words make me smile, but the deep sadness still doesn't go away. I'm not sure it ever will. "What about your mom?" he asks. I sigh. “She also died in a car accident. When I was a baby.” He cringes. “That’s a messed up coincidence.” “...Yeah.” Was it a coincidence? “Headmaster Stroud said he wouldn’t be surprised if my father is actually alive.” I shake my head at the moon.

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

It was built upon countless corpses and bones! Frederick smirked. "Actually, you're mistaken. I haven't changed. I just think that giving them a swift death would be letting them off too easily. Slowly tormenting these people to death, like boiling a frog in warm water… That's the true art of death!" His tone was nonchalant, but each word carried weight. There are many ways to kill someone, but creating despair through murder is on a whole other level! This statement sent shivers down Seiryu's spine, leaving him drenched in cold sweat instantly.

Details were scarce, the report claiming only that his body had been discovered by one of his trusted betas, lifeless and marked by violence. I leaned back slowly, my fingers curling against the armrest of the chair. The clock ticked on behind me, louder now, each sound hammering against my skull. “Dead…” I muttered, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice. “How?” Lucas shifted slightly, his hands clasped behind his back. “The reports don’t say. Rumors suggest… murder.” The word settled over me like a shadow. Murder. Of course it was. A man like Garrick would never go quietly, never succumb to something as plain as illness or age. His end would always be bloody, violent, the kind that l

Into the one thing I didn’t have to pretend to understand. “There have been three deaths so far; one rogue, two vampires,” I began, keeping my tone measured. “The rogue seemed to have been poisoned by someone it trusted. There was no sign of a struggle, no sign of a fight. It was peaceful… too peaceful. The transition from life to death was seamless. Clean.” I let my eyes move across the table, watching their silent reactions.

Hearing Allen Peterson asks these questions, Eddie Peterson was shocked. "What method to assassinate you? I’ve been thinking about it. Generally, assassinations take place either in, car accident, sniper assassination, or poison. And there are a few more." Allen Peterson shrugged. "It's too bad that I have already experienced all three assassination methods, and I don't know what way the other party will assassinate me this time!" "Please rest assured that we will do our best to protect your safety, young master." Eddie Peterson responded quickly.

Then the Finality appears with unexpected suggestion. “There’s one option you haven’t considered,” it says. “Multiple death systems running simultaneously. Absolute death for those who want certainty, negotiable death for those who want choice, each person selects which system governs their ending.” “That’s madness,” Original Death protests. “Multiple competing death systems creates more chaos.” “Or it creates choice,” the Finality argues. “Some beings want absolute death, some want negotiation. Let them choose their system. Mabel maintains negotiable death, I maintain absolute death, beings pick which governs them.”

“I don’t want to hear about it from the beginning. Just tell me very simply and clearly, what happened to Ronnie?” “Dead,” Jay leisurely spat out. Spencer was truly dumbfounded. That answer was surely simple and straightforward. “How did he die?” “Illness or homicide,” Jay continued to answer concisely. Spencer was so anxious that he cursed out, “Can’t you add more f*cking words to your sentences?” Jay added more words as he wished, “Illness or homicide, it’s to be determined.” Spencer was utterly speechless. “Well then, we’ll go according to your pace. Tell me in detail how you encountered my Ronnie up until his demise.”

I said and made my way to the door "Nicole is dead" he said and I made a halt, and turned to his direction "What! How? What happened? Who killed her?" I asked all at a time "That's the mystery yet to be solved" he responded, turning so that we faced each other "There was no sign of struggle before her death, so it definitely wasn't a murder, Nicole is the last person on Earth, whom one would think, of commiting suicide" he explained "Then what was the cause of her death?" I asked, this came as a blow to me

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.