My Instant Death Novels & Stories

Let alone a man, even a tank would be crushed into scrap if hit by that club! The club was spiked, so even at his level, Zayn would not dare let it strike him. He would not be killed by such a blow, but it was not necessary. Zayn stepped forward in a buoyant, relaxed manner and gave the top of the man’s head a heavy slap. There was agony in the man’s formerly expression while his pupils began to dilate. In truth, the man had already died. In less than half a second, Zayn had killed him.

“I was pissed they did this to me and pissed Jared fucked me over so I said fuck it and fuck you. You mated the bitch and killed Jared. I have held Scarlet responsible for a long time. She left our pack and deserted us and then showed back up as you as her mate? Now she acts like she cares? So for the past few months, I decided to teach all you people a lesson. Don’t fuck over your hired helpers. After I wiped out Montana, Washington was next. Or Is…” “What did you make to put in our water?” I asked through clenched teeth. “A liquid form of cobalt and magnesium. At high enough levels, you will die of an overdose. Shut down major organs and eventually the low blood pressure will kill you. Pai

All he could think about was my injured figure. "I'm Theo. Liam's dead." His words left Mia completely stupefied. It took her ages before she finally managed to shriek, "What the hell are you saying? Are you telling me that I've been getting in bed with my mate's brother every night?" "That's right, and you did it knowingly, too!"

the voice chuckled, “were a pain to get.” “What’s the hell…” I whispered under my breath. The screen blinked again — now showing a faint image of what looked like… a mask? Smiling, expressionless, like a porcelain doll. “You’re probably wondering what this is,” the voice went on, still smug and snaky. “Short answer? You’re all dead. Long answer? Congratulations — you lucky little corpses have been chosen for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” My blood ran cold. “Dead?” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel my hands trembling.

Why am I suddenly thinking about him? “Someone’s coming”, the small voice in my head informs. I turn to the door as my assistant, Alex, a handsome thirty-year-old bachelor bursts in. The look on his face tells me that whatever he’s about to say to me is far from good. Alex stares at me undecidedly. “Speak”, I mumbled, returning to picking up the broken glass. “I have bad news. First, our financial department just confirmed that we’d be forced to file for bankruptcy if nothing is done within forty-eight hours.”

He looked at me a little concerned. "I'm not leaving unless you come with me," I told him and squeezed his hand. He smiled back at me. "I don't know if you remember what happened the first time I visited your home and what I am, um, I'm Death and I'm immortal," I stated firmly and watched an array of emotions cross his eyes. "What does that even mean, you kill people and cannot die," he asked incredulously. I bit my lip and sighed.

Morning arrives anyway, indifferent to whether I am ready for it. I move through it without rushing, without bracing. The static that usually hums beneath my thoughts is quieter, as if something inside me has stopped negotiating its right to exist. I shower. I dress. I drink coffee that tastes bitter and leave it that way. Outside, the city continues as it always does. Cars pass too close. Voices overlap and separate. Lives brush without meaning to. Normal. I’m halfway down the block when the knowing arrives. Immediate. Certain. Heavy. Someone is going to die.

Oliver ordered him, but it didn't break him. "I...I can't..." He replied hesitantly. He loved his business more than his life and didn't want all those dark secrets to come out, for they could destroy everything. "I'm asking one last time... WHO IS IT!!?" Oliver lost his temper. The man on the gunpoint stayed quiet and didn't even move a little. He lowered his head and just waited for his death. "Sorry then..." Oliver said one last time before he pulled the trigger. The bullet went into his head, causing immediate death. Oliver didn't even flinch or have a disturbed expression on his face after killing that guy.

The number flashed on my new phone’s screen. Player #666661. Jax. I stared at the friend request notification, my thumb hovering. A temporary ally from a temporary hell. We’d shared a global announcement, but that didn’t make us friends. Out here, we were strangers. Next time, one of us would be dead in some godforsaken Instance. I didn’t need the weight of watching another name go dark. I tapped ‘Reject.’

The lady asked Cynthia after she took the bottle from her and held it in her hands tightly. "No I don't." She replied to the lady with her eyes fixed on that of the lady's. "Add only a spoon full of it to the person's juice or drinking water as it is colorless and can't be dictated even in the water, this is to kill the person slowly with sicknesses like paralyzing the person and so on while if you want the person dead that instant add only two spoon full and at that second the person will die instantly." The lady explained to them as she fiddled with her shirt as though she was a shy little girl.