My Descent Into Death Novels & Stories

They looked pitiable, lying there in different positions, grabbing their necks as something choked their lives away, just the way Jason had envisioned it. Jason’s uncle watched from behind them, terrified. In all his years on earth, he had never seen anything like this. It was too sweeping to be a coincidence; everybody could not just start choking to death. He saw the angry look on Jason’s face before Jason’s eyes rested on him and quickly retreated into the safety of his house. That was the last day the man went near Jason or his siblings. It was also the day Jason started seeing the ascian. No matter when he came out, no light could cast his shadow.

Around this character Death, wanton violence is the norm like in an episode of Tom and Jerry, but the pranks are much too real and brutal to be funny. Like the world’s most cruel punch line, it turns out there’s actually a panel of buttons to control the elevator and that’s where Death now proceeds to input a secret code. Everything starts shaking and – before I can crunch my stomach right where it is – the elevator drops like a boulder. I can’t tell just by looking at Death though. No matter how fast we’re falling, the Grim Reaper stands as erect and elegant as a general in the bombed frontlines, his back still turned to me. We slide past more torture floors and reach the basement, but stil

Six years after my younger brother and my fiancée passed away, I picked out a grave for myself. Before my final visit to their graves, my mother suddenly said, “Miles, you don’t have to go this year. The truth is that they never died.” I was startled for a moment before the two of them walked right out of my brother’s room. My brother, Sean, put on a teasing smile as he draped an arm around the woman beside him. “I won the bet! I told you my brother would never figure it out. “Who’s going to be on top tonight, huh, Vera?” My so-called late fiancée, who used to cry whenever she saw me suffer even the slightest grievance, looked at me with open disdain. “He’s just too stupid. We’ve been

He wanted to be the one who pulled the thread that unraveled their perfect tapestry. He imagined the sequence. First, the boyfriends—the easiest to pluck, the most satisfying to break. Then, the isolation of the sisters. And finally, the confrontation with the Legend himself. He wanted to see the "Action Hero" look into the eyes of a real monster and realize that his stunt doubles weren't coming to save him. The Descent Silas stood up. The watch was over. The blueprint was complete in his mind. He didn't leave a footprint as he stepped off the ledge and began the treacherous climb down the ravine. He moved with a terrifying economy of motion, his body perfectly in tune with the harsh terrain

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.

I had led a simple life. I figured I'd just surrender myself to nature. When the pain became unbearable, I would most likely pass out and eventually die. I slumped onto the park bench with our wedding photo beside me. As my soul began to rise, I was still vaguely aware of my surroundings. When I saw my own lifeless body on that bench, it finally sank in. Oh, I had died. The rustling sound of leaves from across the lawn caught my attention. I turned and saw Xavier walking toward me.

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

Sienna slowly lifted her eyes, horror settling like ash. “…down.” The metal beneath their feet groaned as the entire floor began descending into the darkness below. Toward Delta-9. Toward the clones. The experiments. The origin of her nightmares. Toward her father.

As soon as both their feet landed, the platform detached and began sinking gently. Aiden inhaled sharply. “It’s lowering us.” Dante gripped his knife. “If this is a trash chute, I’m killing someone.” Aiden laughed—but the sound trembled with nerves. The descent was slow. Silent. Occasionally, Aiden’s fingertips brushed the walls, and symbols lit directly under his touch. Dante watched them carefully. “It likes you.” Aiden’s throat tightened. “It recognizes me.” “Are those the same thing?” Aiden hesitated. “I’m not sure.”