My Death Flags Novels & Stories

Emma crouches next to me. "Yeah." I draw my hand back. "Why is it like this?" "See any flags in there?" I look hard. "No." "They're hidden well tonight." She adjusts her swim cap. "Riverheist is basically capture the flag underwater." "That's really neat." A grin pulls at my lips. "I can't believe I've never heard of it." "It's not that popular, I guess. We only play one team around here. They're brutal, though." I stand up. "They're that good?"

"Your mother was a casualty. Collateral damage if you will. And you, sweetheart, are about to be yet another." "Ginevra, enough!" Father yelled suddenly, then turned to me, a small breath escaping him. "Your mother died due to an accident." "Because they blocked every path in the city! Because they took the sick man who agreed to donate his heart! Are you really going to overlook that?" "Yes," he said simply, like he was answering to something as simple as wanting extra sugar with his customary afternoon tea. "Dad," I said, my voice low.

Lights, sharp and bright poured on her face, and in a snap, she regained her sanity only to see a truck driving towards her; honking so loudly, Emily felt her ear drums pleading for mercy. She tried to run, saw the crowd that had now gathered pleading with her to but somehow she couldn't move, she couldn't even lift her feet. Her heart leapt into her mouth and she shut her eyes, awaiting for fate to take its full cause, tears pouring from her eyes as her life flashed before her eyes. Is it not better after all to die this way than in the hand of an Alpha turned demon, she betrayed? With her eyes still shut, Emily felt herself being lifted and yanked off the road; her head bumping into a stre

“Can’t you just have someone make you your own everlasting flagon?” Mydera sent me a cheeky smile. “Sounds that simple, doesn’t it?” Then she glared. “And we prefer to be called mages, dear, not gypsies.” Then she held up a finger and turned away from us so she could stroll around the campsite. “But it just so happens that the only man to figure out how to perfect the everlasting flagon incantation and enchantment died before sharing his specialty with anyone else. So…” She shrugged. “They’re extremely rare. Your mother must’ve been very important to get her hands on one.”

Then even that pain faded into numbness. 'Mission failed. Extermination will initiate soon.' I was not surprised to hear the notification from the system. As waves of cheers and congratulations echoed through the air, I walked over to the lake hidden in the back garden. Then, without hesitation, I jumped. I would rather end my life than wait to die in agony as the system wipes me out. Icy water surrounded me, rushing into my nose. My mind drifted, and it felt like I could see my original parents. 'I'm sorry, Mom, Dad. I won't be able to take care of you in your old age…'

I suggested and they both gummed my body like a glue. Everyone went in their teams and searched for the flag, Daniela and I looked everywhere but there wasn't any sign of the flag anywhere until Our team, Floria, saw that it has been flagged above a very tall cemetery.. "Oh shit! What do we go?". We looked above and contemplated on what to do... " What choice do we have, let's climb and get the flag before someone else does. I suggested. We had to use the tree's as a ladder to the top of the cemetery, Floria who had volunteered to take the flag, grabbed It the moment her hands could reach it .

It has to end because my head will surely explode if not. "Time of Death: 3:45 pm." Then I breathed a signed of relief. At the same time, the deafening cry of the soul was swallowed up by the darkness of the earth. When he got there the beautiful fireflies appeared to him. a sight he had only seen once in his entire life. something he was very happy about.

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

**Author's Note: Stranger than Murder is being updated weekly as well. Take a moment to check out that story it has holiday themed chapters as well. I hope you like it. Please coment and vote on what you enjoy the most from My Death Contract as well as Stranger than Murder. Happy New Year's! \(*^*)/ **

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.