Names For Death Novels & Stories

He killed my future. There was blood all over his face ... I couldn't look anymore. I was just praying he would kill me faster. NOWADAYS..... I knocked on the door and entered my boss's office. "Finally." he said as if he had been waiting for me for hours. "What do you have for me?" I asked immediately. "Sit down." he waited for me to sit down and pulled out a folder of documents. "This information is about a very dangerous man." he handed me the folder. "His name is Richard Valentino and he is an Italian assassin and arms dealer."

I told you about the seven types of magic. Of them all, death mages are the least popular. They're also called necromancers. Why? Say thanks to the Bright Saint and his followers. They needed an enemy, didn't they? Their parishioners needed to be scared and repulsed. And what's more disgusting than the undead? Or ghouls?

Emilia's POV After making all the arrangements for faking my death, I end the call. In two days, I would no longer exist in this world. At that moment, the church doors opened. Twinkle slowly walked over to me and gently kissed my forehead. "Who were you on the phone with?" "A teacher from the piano institute. Nothing important." I tried my best to keep my expression from being too stiff, but I no longer knew how to face him. He pinched my cheek. "You've lost weight lately. Don't stress too much about the institute stuff. Take care of your health."

"Nate, I thought I was going to die without seeing you one last time. If I'd left this world without saying goodbye, I wouldn't have been able to rest, even in the afterlife." Nathan had held me tightly, kissed my forehead, and whispered, "Tegan, don't say things like that. I won't let anything happen to you. I'll always be here for you." Now, staring at the bloodstain on the bed, I let out a bitter laugh. "Nathan, you promised you would always be by my side. But I'm dying now. Where are you?"

“You’ve always been sickly. I suggested taking you to the hospital, but you refused. Jacob told me long ago that something was off about you, but I still chose to believe you instead of him!” He called for his bodyguards to lock Rachel up. As he stared at my body silently, he used a clean cloth to wipe away the blood on my face. He called out my name repeatedly, but no one answered. In the end, Mark could no longer hold back his sadness. He fell to the floor and covered his eyes in anguish. “Jane’s dead… I killed her… “I’ll pay for your life… Jane, just wait for me…” I watched coldly, but my resentment grew.

Dymon agrees, "That's not a good idea Dad, this kind of business is a gamble. Our name is clean and well-known. We shouldn't tarnish it just so we can use other people or attract other rich people." Joseph is against it.

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.

“Because it will give you luck?” Despite the confusion in my head, I nodded at him. How did he know about the necklace? “Well, it might give you a bit of luck because you don't have an appointment to visit here. Aside from that, you know how risky it is to go here. I don't fucking mind if you're the Alpha Queen or not. This land is mine, and I have a rule I set here. So, consider yourself lucky today.” King Death scoffed, his eyes were filled with anger, and he gnashed his teeth. I finally realized why his parents had named him Death because he didn't bother to always warn or threaten someone once they went beyond his rules.

My scream can be heard in the heavens. My powers–this moment–historians millenia from now…they’ll write about it. They’ll say how a little girl from Crescent Falls died beside her mate, exhausting her powers to the last drop so that everyone who came after that horrible, devastating war, would remember his name. Their names. Misty and Cole. Aviva and Ryan. Sarah and Sydney. Kenna and Evander. Ella and Ryatt. Isaac and Maddy. Brie. Blake. Aris. Liam. Maeve.

“The Death Judge! It’s the Death Judge!” “The Death Judge is really here! I will be his fan for the rest of my life!” “He heard our petition!” “The judge of death!” “The judge of death!” The originally repressed crowd cheered wildly, and some people were so excited that they even cried. At this moment, in schools, offices, pastures, farms, small towns, villages, NY Times Square, and under the Statue of Liberty, a name echoed in the entire sky of the United States. The Death Judge! Meanwhile, at the New York Police Department…