Nebula Suicide Novels & Stories

Leon shouted at me. I was helpless, too. If I could, I would've chosen to die immediately. The first time I was close to death, the system found me. It refused to let me die. Instead, I was supposed to find hope in living again before I could have a normal death. I lied to the system and told it that I desperately wanted to live, but it saw right through me. That explained how I walked away almost unharmed despite jumping from the tenth floor. I looked up at the two brothers standing together, their bond seemingly unbreakable.

He left his office and Allen faced the window again with a line of wrinkles on his forehead. Did he want to tell Hera and Adante what we were planning so he chose to kill himself in front of the church where the two were? he grinned as his mind wandered. He was referring to Mina who suddenly jumped and killed herself in front of many people. Because of that, many people witnessed her suicide but Sabrina was the only one who knew that Allen wanted to kill the girl, so she had to kill herself to warn Adante and Hera. He put one hand on his hand and took out a cigarette case from the pocket of his touser and lit it with his metal lighter that he always carried. Because that lighter is special t

After that, he turned around and gave the Sacred Spring Water to Fiona, who he said needed "recovery." Vivian wiped her tears and looked at him coldly. "You took her only chance to survive and gave it to someone else. You killed Daisy!" When Vincent heard those words, he started shaking. His strength gave out, and he dropped to the floor. "So she really was sick... I thought she was just causing trouble. I killed her..." Then something seemed to hit him. He lifted his head suddenly. "Soul Decay Syndrome is a fatal condition caused by long-term depression and emotional distress. Daisy was my Luna. She never suffered like that. How could she have gotten something like this?"

"Option One: We do nothing. The fragments impact. The resulting kinetic release cracks the tectonic plates. Dust clouds block the sun for a century. Everything dies." Viggo stopped pacing. The silence in the room was heavy, physical. It pressed against Guller’s eardrums. "Option Two," Guller continued, forcing the words past the bile rising in his esophagus. "Neoma attempts to devour the energy as they fall." "I can do it," Neoma said. Her hands clenched into fists on the table. "I drained the Devourer. I drained Nergal."

"You don't understand how grateful I am to die in the hands of someone like you. Rather than whitening because of sickness. I'd rather get killed." Nevea watched her mother drink the poison that was mixed with medicine. Their last conversation left her feeling unsettled. She didn't want to admit that she was just like how her mother described. It couldn't be true. She didn't have the heart to do that. Nevea wasn't given the time to ponder as she was suddenly watched how she also set her last parents' death in motion. Not only that, but throughout her life, she caused so much death. Her coworkers and the instructor were among them.

"I don't need a signal to find my way back to you. I've done it from the grave, precious. A little bit of poison won't stop me." He stood up and looked at Leo. The boy reached out, his tiny fingers brushing Nevan’s scarred cheek. Nevan didn't flinch. He leaned down and whispered something into our son's ear—a promise, or a prayer, or a soldier’s oath. "Keep her heart beating, little lion," Nevan whispered. He turned and walked toward the airlock. He didn't take a squad. He didn't take the Iron Vanguard. He couldn't risk spreading the strain to the rest of the city. He was a one-man suicide mission, a ghost walking back into the fire to save the gods he loved.

They spat out what they ripped up then leapt on Python, who was able to escape by instantly shedding his skin and slipping away. “We aren’t…. doing much…. damage” Neeb whimpered “there are…. too many!” “We need to kill them all. They won’t come with us now” I sighed, ducking down as a spray of bullets flew past me “their minds have been brainwashed.” “I see” Neeb replied, as he tore someone apart with his hands “we should…. go then.” “I still need to find Sylvia” I reminded him “I’m not leaving without her at least.”

"This leads to the hallway near the healer's office. I was in the healer's office and this was the fastest route back in." Sarah couldn't help but make an observation, avoiding eye contact with Nebra. "You seem much calmer than your sister." Nebra chuckled, though her expression tightened at the mention of Neon. "Yeah, my sister can get pretty aggressive when it comes to me. Let me guess, she's declared you an enemy for siding with Marcus?" Sarah nodded in agreement. "That's right." Nebra's tone grew more serious as she offered a warning. "You should take her threat seriously. She once stabbed someone to death just for expressing a wish for my demise."

The journey ahead was still fraught with unknown challenges. As the guardians regrouped, preparing to depart the Nexus, a sudden, dissonant hum echoed throughout the realm. The harmonious strands of moments that made up the Nexus began to waver, their luminescent glow flickering ominously. Nebula, her senses always attuned to the cosmos, suddenly looked up with alarm. "Wait... something's not right. The stars," she whispered, her voice edged with panic, "some of them are... vanishing." The guardians followed her gaze upwards, witnessing a surreal sight. The once vibrant constellations were slowly but steadily dimming, stars winking out of existence as if being erased from the fabric of time.

The coordinates led us far beyond the charted trade routes of the Consensus, into a sector of space where the stars were muffled by thick, violet-hued gas. The Nebula of Regret lived up to its name—a graveyard of ancient gravitational anomalies and drifting debris that looked like the jagged ribs of long-dead leviathans. "The resonance out here is... heavy," Maya whispered, sitting in the center of the stealth ship The Silent Luna. "It feels like the air before a thunderstorm, but it never breaks."