One Piece Death Novels & Stories

Gold tears spill into its basin. War snarls. “Strike now. While she’s looking up, not at us.” Death smiles faintly. “Strike at what, precisely?” “Her. Him. The wound.” “Which first?” Death asks. It isn’t a question. It’s a dare. They look at me because I am the one meant to say Do it. I don’t. I watch the wound. Something moves behind it. My knowledge of stars and thrones has no name for that movement.

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

"What do you mean when you say one death will be less awful than the other?" Alexander sighed heavily. "First death will be one where I die without chasing the love I have for you, thus Starving my Soulpearl of his half and the experience that comes with it and like the fishes I die with an empty belly, starved, with no meaning to the life spent, and while the other death is one where I die knowing that I gave my chase its best, ate of my treats until my Soulpearl content and die with a smile and the memories of the life spent with you, just like the fishes who are swept away by the fishermerman's nets and died but with filled stomach and happy memories, in the end, there will be death but o

They had just turned on the lights on their phones, but in the next second, the incandescent light above their heads lit up. “F*ck. It’s back on again.” “F*ck. I’ve really had enough of this place.” “Look, the Death Inquisitor has been here before.” Their gazes suddenly became sharp. On the table beside them, there was a black card with five large blood-red words on it. — Death Notice! Subject: Adolf (one-eyed man) Crime: murder Execution Date: May 6, 2021 Executioner: Death Judge — Death Notice! Subject: Warner (bearded man)

He begged as I turned and faced him again. "I don't give second chances." His cries were muffled by the blade entering his throat. Blood poured from his mouth as he choked on it, the life fading from his eyes as he slowly drowned in his own blood. I wiped the blade clean, placing it back on the table. I cleaned off my hands and fixed my sleeves. "Clean up this mess and make sure to send Ted's head to his wife. Remind her that just because he is dead, his debt doesn't just disappear."

If this was Death, he was quite pretty; sharp cheekbones, elegant long nose, and lips that looked like they were kissed by roses. "Why are you here?" he had asked, and as he moved, Cecilia saw the faintest glint of metal. His scythe that he kept strapped to his back. She had never known if he ever used it as a weapon; Cecilia had gathered very little information about him whilst searching for ways to find Death without dying. "I want to make an easy deal with you." she said, pulling out a rolled up piece of paper with straggles of ink on it. Death walked to her, his steps silent as he took the rolled up paper and read through it. When he looked back at her, the hood fell off, and he looked s

“Dad you can tell me. I won’t say anything.” “I know sweetheart and I appreciate you waiting until it was just us.” He says calm but a troubled look on his face. “Training is going well, not as young as I once was but your old man can still get after it.” He pauses briefly but continues, “Mia, you know we met Austin and I to discuss the terms of the fight. I’ll be honest with you I think he doesn’t want to go through with it but what’s done is done and he challenged me in public. The terms we came to were one must get the other to submit or to the death. Seeing as I am a Beta and he is now an Alpha that really only leaves the one option.”

I answered curtly. "Brilliant." He grinned grimly, showcasing his rows of sharp teeth. Dazzlingly white and pointed. The blank piece of paper that sat on top of the briefcase began to bleed with words and formed sentences. "I, Death, agree to grant Reniella De Vega a single wish if she successfully collects the soul of Deshawn Cervantes within the time period," he read out from memory. Then, he fished a ballpoint pen from the inside of his suit jacket and placed it next to the paper.

He shot up, but in his panic, he touched a necklace on the floor. That was the Love That Ruined Me necklace. I had yanked it off with the last bit of my strength before I died. There was only one such necklace in the world. Mark had bought it for me as a token of love during an auction. He fell back and crashed into the wall. Then, he saw the gashes that were stained with my blood and bits of my flesh. But soon, Mark forced himself to calm down. He glared at Jacob and the butler.

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.