My Descent Into Death Novels & Stories

His voice turned cold. "Do you have any idea what's happening down there? Over 3,000 feet deep, the submersible’s hull is already deforming. There’s a human life inside there." "I know." "You know? Yet you're just going to turn me down like that?" He was speaking faster now. "You're the only person around here who can dive to those depths, yet you won't even think about it. Do you realize you're leaving someone to die?" My hand tightened around the phone. "Leaving someone to die? Mr. Lattimer, that's an interesting choice of words, coming from you."

Venus woke with surprise in the dark. She realized she was floating in a state of standing. Her body seemed to be in bottomless darkness. Venus wanted to cry again, but she thought she had to endure it. Venus is at the neck of death, she can't cry, even when there's nothing to cry about, no matter how hard she feels in her chest. Instead, Venus took a deep breath and exhaled slowly despite shaking. Then, Death embraced her.

"Look, his mom isn't well. Seeing him like this could break her. Let's just get the cremation over with." She bit her lip and scurried off to call Brandon's mother. I could not help but smirk, wondering how they would try to thwart my plans. 'You enjoy playing dead, Brandon? Fine, I'll play along and send you straight to hell,' I mused. As the crematorium van pulled up, Brandon's mother arrived, just in time to see the workers lifting her son's body. "You witch! The Scott family's luck turned sour the day we welcomed you. You've taken my son from me, and now you won't even let me see him one last time?"

There was no news, no information about them, not from any person or even the internet. Oliver was relieved and believed that she died and that they won the game. But Thomas, he could never get rid of the fear that someday they would come back and get their revenge. And now here he was, in front of his warehouse, watching it burn to ash, and reading the note that was written with blood in the same way as 6 years ago. The effect it held on him was similar too. He stepped back but tripped and fell on the floor. He began longing for air and started coughing loudly.

The witch knew enough Latin to decipher the meaning of the words "The descent into Hell is easy, but the rise from Hell is Hard. Deep calls into deep, rise and heed me to night" Soon enough, the ground began to rumble and fissures appeared, dividing the Pentacle into two equal parts. A spear of white-hot light shot up from the centre of the fissure to the roof, causing a glimmering net of thin silver-like wires to be flung across the roof of the cathedral, and the wires of light shone bright as nail heads hammered into the darkness. Despite the light emanating from the Pentacle, the air was icy cold.

I didn't know why but out of all the boys in school, my heart decided to fall for The Decadence of The Fallen's "Ice Prince" and lead vocalist. A nobody falling for the most popular boy in school had to be the greatest cliché of the century. A sort of cosmic joke that the universe decided to play on a mere mortal like me. And everyone in the whole universe seems to be laughing but me...

"Yes. Very industrial chic. All it needs is a rug and fewer ways to die." They found the place after leaving the community centre at dawn, when the dead gathered too thick near the front entrance and the back alley started making noises an alley should never make unless it has swallowed a marching band. Maya picked it for sightlines, storage racks, and a flat roof with internal access. Dex picked it because there were no corpses in the first room. Both are valid selection criteria. Hers just came with fewer surprise endings. She spends the day working. Not heroically. Not beautifully. Survival is not beautiful. Survival is stacking pallets against a loading bay until your shoulders scream, t

“If the ghosts try to take us, we’ll eat the ghosts.” Hecuba pressed a cold, withered thumb to the center of my "V-Rune." "Close your eyes, Sovereign. Do not look for the light. Look for the Bone." The Descent into the Grey The transition wasn't a fade; it was a drop. The floor of the Sanctum vanished, and I plummeted through a void of freezing mist. The sound of the scouts' singing intensified, becoming a roar of static that threatened to tear my mind apart. I reached out for Malachi’s "Tether," the chain of blood he had forged in the caverns, but it was a distant, flickering spark in the dark.

The moment I hit what should've been the first floor, I was yanked back up to the height of the 18th floor and dropped again, shooting past the 16th floor window. I was still falling. The ground surged up toward me again. Another harsh, static-filled flicker flashed. I was back up at the top and dropping all over again. This was in an infinite-fall death loop! I laughed out loud as I hurtled through the air. "It's a looped space! There's no exit! Whether it's the door or the window, it's all a dead end!"

The descent into hell was slow and mechanical. ‎ ‎The cage shuddered as it lowered into the bowels of the estate. The sounds of the battle above—the screams, the gunfire, the chaos—faded away, replaced by the hum of hydraulics and the buzzing of fluorescent lights. ‎ ‎I gripped Kaelen’s arm. He was tense, his body a coiled spring, his eyes scanning the darkness beyond the bars for a threat he could fight. ‎ ‎But you can't fight gravity.