My Instant Death Novels & Stories

It was just that Yngwie was already dead at this moment. Gasp! The crowd gasped one after another. It turned out to be an instant kill! Could it be that this guy had reached invincibility before immortalization?

Threatening the embodiment of ending with negotiated death. It’s insane and terrifying and entirely my fault. Original Death turns to me with finality in its form. “This is your last chance, Mabel,” it says. “Fix negotiable death in the next six hours—eliminate weaponization, prevent death refugees, restore proper endings—or I implement absolute death through mass extinction. Everyone you’ve tried to save dies because your system is unsalvageable.” Six hours to fix what’s been breaking for six months. Six hours to save Alistair and my sons and everyone relying on negotiable death.

she commented as he took a ponytail holder that was on his wrist and swept his hair to the back. War might as well tell her the truth. She was too weak to get up and run. Too injured. "I am going to kill you. I'll be quick." Her eyes widened and before she had the chance to say anything, he pounced. War made quick work of snapping her fragile neck, the sound of the spine severing with the lead. He closed his eyes and listened and waited for her death to come. People automatically thought snapping or twisting someone neck killed them instantly but it took a few seconds to a few minutes for them to actually die.

Death doesn’t suit me at all! Going back to the darkness topic — it only lasted a couple of seconds before something suddenly flashed. People say that you see your whole life playing like a fast movie in your mind right before you die; they clearly had never died before. As I fought to inhale a breath of air one more time, every disaster and wrongdoing that brought me to my final moment popped up in my mind painfully slowly.

I am halfway down the corridor when the lights go out. The sconce at the far end dies first, a sharp pop and a shower of sparks that rain down onto the flagstones like a tiny, brief snowfall. The one behind me follows half a second later. The darkness that drops is not the gradual dark of evening but the absolute black of a house whose wiring has just surrendered to the storm. I stop walking. My hand finds the wall to my right, the stone rough and cool under my palm, and I wait for my eyes to adjust.

Right afterwards I conjured up a drink that would kill everyone if he was lying. "If you are lying everyone here will die." I said causing a few Gods to pale as I drank it. "You didn't even wait for it to work." Tod screeched out. "Ooops." I said nonchalantly. Zavier actually laughed. "What did I tell you Meridith. You kept saying it didn't need to be instant. We would all be dead if we listened to you." Zavier gloated arrogantly. I looked over at Meridith who was clearly pale. I'm guessing she wanted to rush it. Lucky them.

I turned off my phone and took the battery out. Hmph! They might’ve traced me. Do I really have to die because of my ID? @DeathWish

She was going to have a field day on A****n picking out super amazing stuff for Dino. Meredith looked up at Brayden’s smile. It was warm and satisfying as though he had just been wrapped in the warmest, softest blanket and given the best cup of hot chocolate in existence and told he could make a wish and it had come true. She may not like this man in front of her but his smile was captivating and looked delicious. For some reason she wanted to taste it. Just for a fleeting moment she had a desire to taste him. She shook her head and remembered what he wished for, her. His wish had come true. She had agreed. And for some reason she felt the need to repeat it. “I agree to My Death Contract.” A

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

I tried to say as I stared at the brown eyes looking at me. He tsked, "It's so sad, isn't it?" He said, a wicked smile over his lips, a smile so familiar, "To die and not even know who killed you." I felt like a vibration in my chest, a little bit of pain spread from where the shot went, it was little only. His hand still over the gun, the other he held my arm and inched his face closer to my ear, "It's so iconic, isn't it? For you and your father to die at the same time." He pressed his finger over the trigger and fired again.