One Piece Death Novels & Stories

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

He picked Beth up single-handedly and served her a few slaps. "My greatest regret is fooling with you, you fucking whore. If I hadn't done so, my dear Amber wouldn't have died. It was you. You pushed her to her death. I am going to exile you!" Beth struggled with all her might and begged to be spared. She even looked toward the werewolves around her with a pleading gaze. "I d-didn't… I wasn't the one who initiated…" Right at this moment, the cell phones of the werewolves present at the scene pinged simultaneously.

Only one. Death Death is painful yet straightforward. By beheading, or a Darkling consumes them from within their soulless bodies. Once complete, they will turn to the ash from their birthright grounds. “How strange, yet sad,” I think while strumming my finger across the edge of the page. I sit and wonder how those women caused so much destruction and how so many loved them. The reality hits me like a ton of bricks. “... Sam! I bet this had to do with him!” I say his name an octave too loud.

A voice I knew all too well. ​"You forgot the most important rule of the Debt, kids." ​I froze. I turned around, my heart stopping. ​Standing in the ruins of the doorway was the younger version of me—the First Life. She wasn't drugged anymore. Her eyes were solid violet, and she was holding a Scythe that looked ten times more powerful than mine. ​"You can't have two of the same soul in the same room," the First Life said, a cruel smile touching her lips. "One of us has to go. And I like my life just fine."

Safe. I focus on it. On the death in my hands. On releasing it. On letting it go. The power shoots forward. Black lightning. Death energy. Pure ending. It hits the dummy. The dummy disintegrates. Gone. Not destroyed. Not damaged. Just gone. Like it never existed. "Perfect." The Reaper smiles. "Again. Faster this time. No hesitation. Just aim and kill." Another dummy appears. I don't think. Just release. Death flows. The dummy vanishes.

The reverse rings around Death’s neck cracked, shattered, returned to scattered fragments on the floor. “What happened?” My voice cracked. “He was right there.” Death regarded me without pity or malice. “He rejected your offer,” she said simply. “Your brother does not wish to return.” “No.” The word tore out of me. “After everything—” “Some doors open only once,” she said. “And some souls choose to stay beyond them.” The medallion flared one final time — then went dark. Mana drained from my rings, my body, my very bones. Power fled like water through fingers.

He was ready to slash Nanako’s neck. Nanako had resigned to her fateful death. Her beautiful eyes were closed, waiting for the very moment! The moment the leader was about to swing the sword down, a cold blade came crashing through the air toward him at an extremely fast speed! With a swish, a poisonous shuriken was shot through the man’s forehead, and he died instantly! Charlie was on the move!

“But we have much to get on with.” I watch, slightly horrified, as Death says a sentence or two of formal language about uniting the Prince and his mate in the holy sacrament of matrimony. We all watch in a bit of awe and terror as Death raises his hands further, clasping them together above his head. Snaking black lines of lightning erupt from his fists, streaking for Beatrice and Orion, wrapping eagerly around their bodies.

The death element was not destructive, rather it was a sharp, clean element. It is capable of eradicating enemies without causing much destruction. It was like witnessing the silent and quick death of a loved one. Their death was a mystery. They did not know what hit them. Their bodies and equipment are no longer traceable, they have simply disappeared. Although they were covered, I could still see the faces of humans through my sharp eyes. It was the faces of people grieving the loss of a loved one, the sorrowful, despairing faces. The experience was quite strange, and I knew I was becoming accustomed to it.

I have watched this scene in anime many times. “Okay, let's keep and settle it this way. I challenge you to a fight. If you lost to me, give her to me. But if you beat me, I’ll let you take her and will give you my sweet kiss as a reward, too,” Sophia suggested and her words were mixed with lustful seduction in her last lines. "Looks like... I can’t turn that down.” Death accepted the challenge and then they moved away from each other. They simultaneously jumped in opposite directions, creating a powerful shockwave that was enough to push me backwards.