Never Die Alone Book Novels & Stories

Entire dead universes. Entire failed futures. Endless endings. The Devourer wasn't lying. It had witnessed everything die. Again and again. And again. Ethan stared upward. Then nodded. "You're right." Several people looked at him sharply. Even Raven. The Devourer became still. Ethan's voice remained calm. "Everything dies." Silence. "But that's exactly why it matters." The giant eye stopped moving entirely. The white divergence exploded brighter than ever before. The connection between Ethan and humanity deepened.

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

Instead, he leaned in, inhaling deeply, his face dangerously close to mine. I froze. His grip tightened just slightly, enough to hold me still. Then something strange happened. A voice deep inside me. A voice I had never heard before, one that sounded ancient, foreign and certain at the same time. It didn't come from my mind but my soul, whispered a single word. "Mate." It wasn’t just the voice. It was a feeling. Like something inside me snapped into place. My vision swam. The air around us seemed to charge with energy, heat rolling off him in thick waves.

I let out a breath in this sphere of water but I didn’t feel myself drown… I felt too hurt at the moment to feel anything. In the end, her family abandoned her and she died alone with no one to mourn her death… She died alone with no one to mourn her death… She died alone and no one mourned her death… She died alone. She died alone. She died alone. She died alone. She died alone. She died alone. She died alone. She died alone. She died alone. She died alone. She died alone. She died alone. She died alone. She died alone. She died alone. She died alone. She died alone. She died alone. She died alone. She died alone. She died alone. She died alone. She died alone. She died alone. She died alon

I grab the book off the shelf and drop to the floor, right there in the aisle. My fingers tremble as I flip to the end. I already know what happens, but I can’t stop myself. Luke Thorne, the immortal hockey star. The one man who ever loved like he meant it. And the heroine fails him. I stare at the final panel, my tears dripping onto the page. “She let him die,” I whisper. My throat closes. “She let him die alone.” I press the book to my chest and sob, rocking back and forth like a child.

Vivian conceded, her tone a blend of relenting and caution. "Thank you so much, young lady. You are such a lifesaver," he expressed his gratitude, and a grateful smile adorned Vivian's face. "So, what's the name of the book you are looking for?" Vivian inquired, curiosity coloring her voice. "The White Death," he revealed, and Vivian's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the title. "What kind of book is that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Supernatural," he replied, his gaze intensifying as he locked eyes with her.

He grumbled and then he gave up resisting and crushed his heart in his own hands and went limp. Aiden is right beside me. “Mojito?” I look at Aiden. His eyes full of concern. But I smile, “It’s over.” I turn to the guards, “Please burn his body as is custom. Leave no trace of him.” Abuelo and Tio Valeno looks at me. I think they are freaked out by my calmness. “I could read your thoughts if I wanted to. But I don’t. I’m glad he is dead. Now we have to prepare for our next threat.”

“You’ve always been soft. Just like your mother. That’s why she died praying instead of fighting.” The words struck deeper than I wanted them to. He moved to the door, pausing only long enough to say, “You’ll die the same way.” And then he was gone. The silence that followed was deafening. I sat there, staring at the black card, the crimson symbol burning against the desk like a wound. My pulse thundered in my ears. For the first time in years, I felt truly alone. But then—Ezreal’s voice echoed in my head. The smirk, the threat, the power in his eyes. He was the last person I should turn to. And yet… the only one who could help me survive this.

I didn’t even know why I bothered to try so hard to survive when it seemed as if the universe just wanted me to die. Maybe I should have let Brett come with me, then maybe I wouldn’t be alone as I fought for my last breath. Then again, I always knew that when I met death head-on, I would be alone. No longer did I fear death but dying alone was something new entirely. Never have I thought anything different, I always knew I would be alone in the end. I tried yelling out again, but this time no words would come out, just short gasps of air. My vision was blurry from the tears. I just want it to stop. Make it stop, I sent a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess.

I saw myself curled up on the pile of hay. My body lay there, my face pale, and my lips purple. I had forgotten that I was already dead and couldn’t touch anyone anymore. The witch was right. Bella would die at sixteen. It was just that no one expected mine would end first before Bella’s time ran out. I died on Bella’s sixteenth birthday, when my mom said, “Just bear with it.”