Might Through Death Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Death has been around every nook and corner the moment the players start a game. Svetlana had seen different deaths, all gruesome and brutal, the very same day she arrived here. And every single day, they’re all racing against the very door of death. But today, she witnessed the death of her own team member, the one who swore with her that they’re going to protect each other, the one who swore to get out of here alive and win, the one who had talked to her, smiled at her and told her fun stories in a short period of time, the one who formed some sort of friendship with her in a place where friendship doesn’t last. And today he died. It definitely feels harder to accept the death of someone w

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...

With a determined leap, I jumped to break my mate’s fall against my body hoping she could land on my back. I mumbled helplessly, "I'm dead," as the aroma of vanilla and flowers bombarded my senses as my mate's hair caressed my face quickly. ---End of Chapter Five---

The door slowly opened, and in the cold, sterile air, my lifeless body lay there, devoid of warmth or breath. Leisha covered her mouth and began to sob, though I couldn't tell if she was mourning or lamenting the sudden loss of her promised kidney. My mother, on the other hand, examined my corpse like a curious onlooker inspecting a strange object. "So, this is your so-called confirmed death?" she asked, her voice still laced with challenge and disbelief. The staff waited in silence for her reaction. To everyone’s shock, all she gave was a contemptuous laugh. "Ha! She’s putting on a good show.”

There’s still pain, still exhaustion, but also something heavier beneath it. Resolve. May is still alive. Craig is dead. And the next time someone comes for one of us… they’ll find out just how prepared we’ve become. — I jolt upright, gasping for air. Something is wrong. My chest tightens as a sharp cold slices through me, making the fine hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stand tall. I blink, wide-eyed, trying to catch my breath as a low, rhythmic chant hums in my head.

Not a flicker of life remained. Matteo's pupils widened, disbelief etched on his face. "Camilla?" he whispered. But there was no answer. He stepped forward in a hurry and touched my cheek with trembling hands. "No… No, no…" he murmured. Then he grabbed me, dragging my limp body into his arms. "Camilla! Wake up! I command you to wake!" But I didn't move. Valeri said in a low voice, "She's been dead for hours. The drug triggered multiple organ failure. There was nothing—"

The one with power. The one someone feared. The one worth killing. I sank into my mother's chair, clutching the journal. Outside, the sun climbed higher. Inside, I learned exactly why I had to die. And exactly how I was going to make sure I lived instead. TO BE CONTINUED...

The shock of it was so overwhelming that it nearly drowned out the grief of losing my mother. Clearly, Kent had uncovered something too. But right now, I could not let him notice anything unusual about me. I quickly looked around, tears filling my eyes as I raised my voice. "Captain Wright, let go of me! "My mother just died! I need to go downstairs and collect her body!" My voice immediately drew attention from the people nearby. Seeing how devastated I looked, some of them began speaking up for me. "Seriously, whatever it is can wait. Let the girl see her mother first!"

Roy said before jogging off. Darren asked, "Dr. York, should we wait for your team to arrive before heading out?" "There's no need to wait," Cassian said. "Take me to the scene of the first death." "Alright." Darren led Cassian to the well where the young boy, Pip Leary, had died. They walked along the rugged mountain path for more than 20 minutes before finally stopping in a patch of woodland. In an instant, Cassian felt a chill sinking into him. He sensed a heavy layer of dark energy in the air.

But all I heard was, "I'm sorry, Cecilia. Please forgive me." The gunshot cracked through the air, and I went down. Blood slowly seeped out. I watched Cristina run excitedly into his arms. They embraced, kissed, celebrated their survival and reunion, and then drove away until they disappeared from my sight. "Principessa, get up. They're gone. How do we make them pay now?" The one-eyed man helped me up gently. "Death isn't humiliation for the mafia. I want them destroyed and disgraced." I stood and wiped off the honey mixed with red dye. My expression was blank as I stared in the direction they'd gone. Our game was just beginning, Alessandro.