Nearly Headless Nick Deathday Party Novels & Stories

Faye snapped coldly. Nick grinned. "Tomorrow is her death anniversary. Do you think Mr. Shaw will visit her?"

And he’s completely naked. “Everyone,” Hayley announces, “meet Nico. My late step son.” She pats the dead body lovingly. It’s the most sadistic act I have ever seen. For a moment, time slows as my brain struggles to process the entire situation. “Nico?” I whisper, hoping she’s joking or this is all just a bad dream. “Yes.” She nods eagerly. “Nico. I mean, I’m sorry that he had to die but he’d outlived his usefulness. The men no longer liked him, you know.”

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

James pulled his friends away with him. “James, you always drink so much when you party!” another friend scolded him. “I’ll keep doing this for two whole months. That’s how I celebrate someone’s death.” It felt like a hard slap to Hazel’s face when she heard James say that. Hazel clearly remembered that in two months, it would be the exact date when Audrey and Zia were declared dead. James was partying for Zia's death. His expression wasn't sad, which made Hazel furious. Next year, Hazel would also celebrate James's death in the same way. That was her plan.

The police officers rushed up to handcuff both of them. On the way to the police station, Nora and Henry were still maliciously cursing each other. Only then did I find out that I had barely just left four years ago when Nora sent my mother straight to a nursing home so she could freely carry on with Henry. My mother only went back once on Nora's birthday, once every four years, since Nora was born on February 29. My mother, unfortunately, caught Nora and Henry together. She reprimanded them, which caused Nora to hold a grudge, later deliberately using news of my death to trigger my mother's heart attack.

I curled my fingers around it and passed it back. Damon took it gently. “Once it’s public,” he said, “you’ll be gone. For good.” “I already am.” He didn’t argue. That afternoon, they announced the ceremony would be held by moonset. A quiet funeral, just for the inner circle and the remaining guests from Moonshadow. The official statement would go out the next morning—Natalia, ex-Luna of Moonshadow, confirmed dead after a tragic rogue attack ran her off the road and into the sea.

“What? Party?” The phone slipped off my hands, falling to the ground while her words kept resounding in my head. I repeated her words. “He is throwing a party?” Party? For a second, I tried to wrap my head around things, trying to think of a reasonable reason why a party was being thrown at the pack house. No matter how much I thought about it, it didn’t just make any sense. Today was our son’s second death anniversary and he was throwing a party to celebrate what exactly? To celebrate the fact that the boy he considered a humiliation was dead?

He lets out a sharo sigh upon his burdened mind as he slowly looks at her. "You're right, Shawn," he said. "Ericka will you help me meet and see her grave?" he asked that immediately made Shawn shock. "What are you talking abot?" he exclaimed, unaware about the conversation the two has on the dance floor. "Carol is dead for already a few years." Nick was the one to break the news to his best friend as a slight feeling of pain flashing through his eyes loomed again. It was obvious that he was hurting

We only met one another on this day, Nikita's death anniversary every year, or at most, four times in a year. "Uh… I'll assume that you're all… uh..." he trailed off, speaking in a very quiet voice, "done with the ceremony for her de—" he lowered his head. "Not to offend anyone but if you're done, I'd really like some time alone here…" he glanced at Nikita's grave, quickly wiping a tear that rolled from his eyes. "Sure, no problem." I spoke on behalf of everyone. We were actually done here and it was time to leave for Kade and Lila's wedding anniversary as well as Indy's birthday celebration.

A small group gathered in the cemetery near Nikolas and Eliza’s home that Saturday for Nikolas’s funeral. We created a singular line encircling the open grave, with the Priestess of the Moon standing behind the tombstone. Noah and I stood at the foot of the grave, staring directly into the gaping hole. “Brothers and sisters,” the Priestess began, “we are gathered here today to put to rest our most honorable Brother, Nikolas Vanderbilt. Nikolas was known to many of us as an eccentric fellow but a fine dressmaker…”