Never Dying Book 소설 & 이야기

Something gives eventually! Next Chapter: Aurora is aging faster now. The stress taking toll. The daily battles wearing her down. And she realizes something terrible. She's not just gambling daily. She's dying slowly. The immunity is killing her. The protection is destroying her. And soon. Very soon. The gambling ends. Not because they leave. But because she dies. And in dying. Facing the final test. The ultimate gamble. The Absolute's last chance. Her last refusal. The end. Can you really die peaceful when you've spent years being forgotten daily? Or does the loneliness follow you into death?

The bodyguard rushed toward Everly and was able to grab her hand in time. "Ms. Hilton, please don't do this. We won't be able to answer to Mr. Synder if you die." "Fuck off. I don't care about that. I'll never be his match when I'm alive. I'll definitely haunt him and all of you after I die." Everly's voice was very loud. It didn't sound like she was a dying person at all.

It felt like a weight was lifted off of me because off all the trouble that would be to keep dying and hiding until I died. Some people wanted nothing to do with becoming one because we weren't eternal beings. We died after a couple hundred years and drank blood like it was fine wine. Or if you were a savage that had no control of your human self my become a monster that kills anything that moves. We are usually stronger than them and take them down with no mercy. In the beginning some vampires tried to break people out of this frenzy but they never did.

"Kylie Thornton! Do you even know what Stella's been going through? She's in agony every day! And you—her own mother—just gave away her lifeline. "Do you actually want her to die?!" "That little drama queen's not my daughter. It's just a minor illness. She'll live. She's just like you—always playing the victim. Evan's surgery's done. Quit dreaming. If she dies, then let her." Click. She hung up. The kidney was gone. Evan had it. Stella never would. That truth caved in my chest. I dropped to the floor and broke.

“You’re scaring me.” I crack one of my eyes open. Dark wood railing. Shelves behind me. Book titles in French. Dana’s voice whispers in my ear, coaxing me through a simple grounding exercise. Inhale. I’m in the library at Ardent. Exhale. The movement of the railing in front of me is my own rocking. Inhale. Theresa’s voice is coming through the phone crushed between my shoulder and my ear. Exhale. It’s been six years since Ryan died.

The more Nathan read, the redder his eyes became. At the very end of the letter, I had left a final note, as if mocking myself. "Eight years of love disappeared in the blink of an eye, swallowed by a lie. Nate, I never thought the day would come when I'd die at your hands…"

Wendy Whenever I've pictured my death, it always had something to do with lying in bed, old and feeble, my grandkids gathered around me. That, or I figured I'd go out in a car accident like both of my parents. I certainly didn't see myself leaping from a tower, holding the hand of a vampire, while people who want to kill us simply for existing nip at our heels. Alec seems so confident that we wouldn’t drop to our deaths. That, somehow, we would—what? Float into the sky?

⸻ And there… She discovered a book. ⸻ A book containing reality’s ending. ⸻ The ending Caelus had written. ⸻ 🌙 The Ending Ilyaan looked at her. ⸻ “What was written?” ⸻ Nyra hesitated. ⸻ For the first time… She looked frightened. ⸻ Then she whispered: ⸻ “Everyone dies.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ The library shook. ⸻ “The Dreamer wakes.” ⸻

Pardon me! So, you should know that you can't be too careless and let yourself get killed. You only have three lifelines. If you die thrice, you are totally dead. Your character will disappear from the novel and your soul will extinguish or get faded out. There's no heaven, hell, or reincarnation for you if you die before finishing your missions.

Faith was reborn on the day of her twentieth birthday. She came back slowly, with with the weight of a mattress, the warmth of light, and the sound of birds. Small, ordinary things. The kind of things the dying don't get to notice. Then her eyes opened.” The first thing she saw was two faces hovering over her. She screamed, "Is this what heaven looks like?!” Her mother burst out laughing, pressing her hand on her chest. "Silly girl. Today is your birthday."