One Thousand Years Of Death Novels & Stories

Doom continues to speak, sneering with his voice making me nauseated. “But nothing gives me satisfaction that we will have you cloaked and buried in here for ten years. I can’t wait for the enjoyment I will be having. “The enjoyment that your misery will give me in those ten long years. I will dance happily to your pain. Even after those ten long years. That will still not be the best part for me. “The best part for me is that after ten years of your misery and misfortune, by the time we get you out of the grave, we will give you the final present. We then kill you finally once and for all.

There were about hundreds of core members in each generation, but there were more than a thousand urns here, which meant that almost all the core members had died. In this world, true experts could live for more than a thousand years. It was a bit strange that the core members didn't survive. If Saint-level experts died within 800 years and Semi God Realm experts died within 1,000 years, most of them didn't have a good ending and died an unnatural death. As far as Ding Hao knew, more than 80% of the nine generations of the Ding family's core royal members were in the Saint Realm, and nearly 100 of them had reached the Semi God Realm.

That would not be good for Olivia. Jacqueline, whose hands were still chained, grinned at Olivia. "Olivia, I win." "Not so fast." "Still trying to deny reality? No one can save you today. There's a Deathsting Bug behind you. We cultivated it with hundreds of poisons for more than ten years. It knows how to read people too."

“I have bad news. First, our financial department just confirmed that we’d be forced to file for bankruptcy if nothing is done within forty-eight hours.” I sigh in defeat. I had left my father’s house in anger ten years ago and worked tirelessly to build a new life. I started a winery which had grown into a billion-dollar company until a few months ago when my company was accused of a food poisoning scandal. “The investors all want to pull out so we have no choice.” “But?” I ask. The broken glass in my hands pricks my finger and a drop of blood falls to the ground. “Your father is dead,” Theodore mumbles.

"We've also uncovered multiple organ trafficking contracts. Under the guise of charity, Dr. Callaghan used her clinic to house terminally ill patients while secretly facilitating organ sales. Among them…" She slid another document before me, saying, "Your corneas, kidneys, and liver were already reserved." The shock made me jump up from the couch. "What? They… They planned everything all along to have me die that soon? This is outright murder!" I clutched my chest, overwhelmed and struggling to process the revelation, as I tried to calm my spiraling emotions.

I prayed that they would be blessed with parents who truly loved them in their next lives. "Caroline, you must hate me." I turned to see Emery. He had come to his children's funeral after all. The man standing before me looked unrecognizable. He was unkempt, and his clothes were hanging loosely on him. In just a few days, he seemed to have aged a decade. His eyes were hollow. They were filled only with exhaustion and sorrow. He mumbled, "In our past life, I caused your death. In this one, I almost sent you to prison. You risked everything to save my children, and I treated you like a criminal."

He lived in agony, tormented by illness and haunted by memories of me. As for me, my body grew more and more transparent. I took one last lingering look at the world I once cherished. “Goodbye, my brothers. I’m going to a world where you don’t exist.”

"But I don't love you anymore. No one will stay in the same place waiting forever, Gary. The man I loved—the one whose heart held only me—died long ago, buried across 999 lifetimes. "The man you are now is nothing but a stranger to me. You need to accept the punishment you deserve." I walked away, hand in hand with Charles. Behind me came the sound of Gary's heart-wrenching sobs, but I never once looked back. In this life, I never would. Later, Charles and I stayed in Pereem, pursuing the work we loved. We designed a gown that stole the spotlight at a major fashion show and won international acclaim. On the day we received our award, I heard that Lucy, who had long been sentenced to death, w

That's when I smiled. Looks like she's the Guardian of Soul of these centuries. The 2000th centuries, Guardian of Soul. "Dean, please listen to me. Don't go to your office just for today." That's when I gasped for breath. In fact, no matter what a person does to avoid their death, nothing will happen, he will not die today. He will also die the next day because that is the design of death. They would just give the death compiler a lot of work for what they were doing and they would bother us, who still had to hunt for fifteen souls per day and ten at night. Let's say we don't sleep and rest but don't they know that it took a long time to make death notes and reports to be forwarded to the mi

under his breath. More page-turning could be heard from Lucifer. "Are you certain it isn't just some ancient human? They're extremely rare, but they do still pop up every century or two." Death thought back to the ancient humans he had met in the past. 'Most of them go insane after a thousand years. The ones that don't, never involve themselves with this world's politics.' "If it is an ancient, then they're different from any that I've met. Not only that, but there's a good chance they made a deal for power."