My Instant Death Novels & Stories

It was close enough that every person in the hall accepted it without question. I did not accept it. I said nothing. "Game Three begins in four minutes," the voice crawled continually. "No rest period. The game is called Dead Weight. Each player will be assigned a partner by the system. If your partner dies during the game, you lose two lives. If you cut the chain yourself, you will be executed immediately… No exceptions." The screens on every wall lit up simultaneously. A list of names in paired columns scrolled until it stopped. I found my name on the left side.

"What about Isabella? What about Elara? They stay with him forever because their savior was too stupid to play the long game?" Silence stretched between us. I knew he was right. That was the worst part. I walked over to the command console we had set up on the dining table. Monitors were displaying live feeds of the Santiago perimeter, drone footage and police scanner frequencies. Suddenly, a sharp ping cut through the room. It was a specific alert I had coded myself three years ago. A "Dead Man's Switch" for the network. I stiffened. "What was that?" Romeo asked, stepping closer.

"A troublemaker like you will only bring disaster to the family. You should just die!" The word "die" was all my mind grabbed onto. Instinctively, I obeyed the command. I'd noticed earlier that one of the windows didn't have any safety bars. While Regina and Calista were busy arguing, I climbed onto the windowsill and jumped. My body fell through the air. The wind roared in my ears. The ground kept getting closer with every passing second. Above, I saw their horrified faces pressed against the windows. With a deafening crash, I hit the ground like a watermelon smashed against concrete.

He kept his eyes on the road, but his jaw was set in a hard, jagged line. "If the Shadow wins," he whispered, "I’ll make sure there’s nothing left of this city for him to rule. I’ll burn the 2026 world to the ground before I let him use my hands to hurt you again." We reached the city limits. The skyscrapers of the modern world looked like teeth against the night sky. Somewhere in that concrete maze was the truth of Life Zero. Somewhere, the Scythe of Souls was waiting. But as we passed a billboard for the hospital, I saw a face I recognized. It was a digital ad for a new "Neurological Wellness Center."

head and said, "I will go tell King Uther. He will need to burn it down." I said, "Such a helpful little man. Anything else?" He said, "Abel has a twin and he didn't come with us." I said, "Was he with the others that attacked my mom's pack?" He nodded. I called mom and said, "Mom, Abel's twin was with the bunch attacking your pack." She said, "I know. He's dead." I chuckled and said, "Well, I guess that takes care of that. Anything else?" He said, "I don't think so." I said, "Okay. Thank you for all that information. I know just the person who can give you the fastest death with no pain at all." I yelled, "King Izzoth, can you help me please?" He said, "Sure can. Whatcha need, sweetie?" I

My forehead furrowed when I saw that my former college classmates had added me to a newly created group chat. I read their messages, and my mouth went dry. "What's wrong? What's the matter?" Eli asked, puzzled, and I looked at him. "Do you remember the story I told you last week? About the guy who used to bully me in college?" I asked him, and he nodded. "The one who made you his bet?" he asked, and I nodded, then returned my gaze to the screen. "He died six days ago. The cause of death was apparently sudden unexplained nocturnal death syndrome," I said, and a shiver ran through my entire body.

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

The temperature in the bunker seemed to drop to absolute zero. I stared at the screen, my jaw clenching until my teeth ached. Marcus had been with Thorne Industries for ten years. He was a man I had trusted, a man I had given millions in stock options. And he had sold my life to Victoria Vance for a percentage of a dying syndicate. "He is dead," I growled, the raw, savage dominance of my bloodline taking over.

But one message stands out above all. “Your father will die tonight, at exactly 6 pm. He will die from a car accident and the killer will not be arrested immediately.”- the message stated. I looked at the number and it seems like a burner phone. I tried calling it multiple times, but it cannot come through. Should I believe this or ignore it as it may just be a prank? But how did the accident happened the same as the message stated? Is this a pre-mediated murder? Am I watching too many movies, I think?

Just as I was sobbing uncontrollably, those magical little texts appeared again. [Oh, it's really heartbreaking to see. Hurry up and finish the story; your mother is waiting for you in the new world.] [She used up all her points to get this opportunity. Once your life ends here, you can immediately go to her side.] I forcefully wiped away my tears, sobbing softly, "Really? If I die... I can see my mother?" [Absolutely! Your mother knew you were suffering and couldn't come back, and she was frantic. She used up all her points to exchange for a reward from the system. Once your life ends here, you can immediately be teleported to her side to enjoy happiness!]