One Piece Death Novels & Stories

After the successful completion of a mission, Connor Weston, the youngest patrol division captain of the pack, had fallen into an eternal sleep on that rainy day. … After his death, my soul began to dissipate, like dew evaporating into the air under the morning sun. In my final glimpse, I saw Chris rush into the infirmary. He then fell to his knees and clutched Connor's hand, his shoulders trembling violently. Later, I saw Connor buried beside my grave. Our two tombstones stood close together, as they were always meant to be. I witnessed many pack members come to pay their respects, saying things like, "It was such a shame for a hero like him to die so young."

Death nodded slightly. The goddess looked confused. “Hear what?” I focused. The whisper trembled through the silence. Not fear. Not demand. Not worship. A call. Soft. Fragile. Not to a god. To me. “Come back.” My breath caught. It was not asking for salvation. Not for protection. Not for power. Just return. Tears slid down my face. “One voice,” I whispered. Death’s gaze sharpened. “Yes.” “Why only one?” “Because the others shifted.”

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

The two were talking with a large oni holding a club as the army slowly surrounded their position. "Wait for the signal. As soon as Death is gone, we move." Azriel told Cytus - Death - The oni went to slam his club at Death. Death sliced the oni's club with his scythe, and as soon as he did a shadow leapt from the ground, grabbing Death's legs. Death disappeared into the ground. Lucifer shot fire at the oni in front of him, charring his upper half. - Lucifer - "We're under attack! Heinrich, center. Everyone else just watch for surprise attacks.

"Celie and Terrance Ward are supposed to be dead. I'll help as well, but all of us need to keep this away from Valeur for long as possible. All of this started from his transmigration; therefore, he should be the one defeated and held accountable. It'll just take all of us working together... or he'll kill us off one by one. I've done my history on Valeur...he's not a demon I wanna encounter." Terrance and Phuture both glanced at each other after being approached by Death, but neither of them sought out a reply. The two of them had so much history with Death, so many memories flustered their brain at once when she arrived. The stunned duo remained quiet and, in their heads, Phuture felt nost

My younger brother, Jason Callahan, died the day before school started. He jumped from the sixteenth floor of our apartment building. His head was twisted unnaturally to one side. There was not much blood. His tiny body lay curled in a dark pool beneath him. However, the strangest thing was the expression on his face. He was smiling. The moment people saw that smile, the entire crowd sucked in a sharp breath. It was still the face of a child, young and innocent at first glance, yet the smile carried something vicious and unsettling far beyond his age.

Theodore mumbles. I feel a sharp pain cut through my heart, one I haven’t felt in years. Along with my pain comes my anger. It’s no coincidence that my father died the same day as Ronan his best friend. The Inner Circle has something to do with this. I hear the small voice growl in my head and I flinch. I might have hated the man, Theodore King, but no one has the right to take his life from him, except me! “There might be hope after all.” Alex continues, watching me cautiously as he speaks. I feel my hands visibly shaking from the anger I’m feeling.

In timing. These souls were not scheduled. They were not substitutions. No balance was redirected to account for their removal. They were taken because Death chose to take them. That distinction matters. “You intervened,” I say. This is not accusation. It is record. Death does not deny it. He stands exactly as he always does when he carries excess, posture steady, attention precise. The markings along his form burn faintly, not fading, not dispersing. Pain contained where it always is. Within him.

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

He smirked as he took out a knife and pointed it towards the speeding up angel of death. "DEATH!" Fate shouted. Lucus couldn't change his path so suddenly and neither could he stop at once at such a high speed. "The scythe!" Fate shouted. Ethan stood behind Kurosava and held back the knife. The scythe passed right through Kurosava's chest, into Ethan's stomach and hit the floor. Everyone was shocked to see what had happened. Kurosava smiled as he looked at Death who was dumbstruck himself "In the end, victory... was mine" He chuckled as he touched the scythe with his blood covered hands and closed his eyes peacefully. His body turned to Ashes and disappeared.