Morir Para Vivir Novels & Stories

Permission would be granted to take his soul, and I, this time wouldn't be hesitant. "What are you doing? Make it stop!" He tried and struggled with avoiding the frozen glare with the stone, but it didn't seem to work. Nothing would work, because he was only a few minutes to his death day. Or even just seconds away. "Mortem. Mortem." My voice grew more louder and louder as moments passed, and I felt like the only thing that would make me survive was to take his life. And if he fails to die, I could kill myself. It was a very strange thing to feel. It was like I wasn't alone again, and the companies in me were desperate for blood. "Mortem! Mortem!" It felt like if they didn't get what they wa

While falling from the building, there was only one thought in her head. 'If rebirth is real, I hope I'm not born ever again. Life is too horrid to live again' Her head hit the ground, splitting into a million pieces. The perfect way to die for someone who wanted to be unrecognized and forgotten.

Hope that I would die, so that the world would survive. Flashback Over

I asked bewildered. “Maybe, it’s some kind of a twin connection, because when one of us is in danger, the signal comes to our brains, or maybe it’s my fantasy. I don’t know. It’s a wonder. But what really makes me disappointed is that you wanted to end your life!” he screamed. “I thought that you were dying! Don’t you think, that it would be a little bit selfish to leave me alone in this world when I’m already without mom?” “But I wouldn’t have died!”

He was alive. The realization hit him, not with relief, but with a cold, nauseating wave of despair. 'Alive?' he thought bitterly. 'For what? To be a spectacle? To crawl through the rest of my life as a crippled loser?' He would rather die a thousand times than live in such humiliation.

What does he mean by spirit of death? Am I going to die?

The celebrant got up and held the torch high, and the others stood around him, their burning torches raised to the sky. "We accept the terms of Genesis. If this is not true, the body will die, and the soul will go to hell." The celebrant shouted. The crowd in the magic circle chanted in unison: "We accept Genesis's terms. If this is not true, the body will die, and the soul will go to hell." Outside the magic circle, the Vampire King roared like a mad dog.

Same reason. I shook my head with a wry smile. The orphanage had long been burned down to ashes. How could children who had already reincarnated be killed again? The landlord cursed a few times and left. Death's voice echoed in my ears. "Astrid, you have 24 hours left before your soul is annihilated." When I followed Nicholas home, Madison was live-streaming, crying, and pleading her innocence. "The person in the video is Astrid! She hates me for ruining her life of luxury and refuses to come out and clarify things..."

A loud gasp escaped from everyone's mouth, followed by a scream of "impossible." "Nothing is impossible," I said with a deep, calm voice, trying my best to avoid Kira's gaze and to be calm altogether. "I am the same Rey Reed that was killed by your best player," I said, pointing at the venom woman. "How did you come back to life after two months of being at the burial site?" Ryan asked in shock. I replied with a smirk, "Like I always say, I am a cat with twenty lives." "Besides, tomorrow never dies and the angel won't even accept my soul."

I even had been confident that no matter what happened, I would live, even if that meant I was the only survivor. Now? I was not too fond of living anymore. Sure, I still wanted to live. But not so desperately. I wanted to live, but I would not mind if I were to die today. Then why not die for Demian? Of course, I would die for him, if I needed to. I did not care about living so much. If I had to live, I would live happily and contentedly. If Demian died and I were to live, that would be so empty. I would survive surely since survival was in my blood, but I would be unhappy.