Pokkle Death Novels & Stories

My son asked, "Daddy, why is that lady crying?" I said, "Everyone is in a poker game. "If we win, we will smile. "If we lose, we may cry." My son nodded as if he understood. "Oh, that lady must lose..."

was a copy of me with my memories and my thought patterns, he was still a separate entity. If he were just an NPC generated by the game, then after getting blown up, he should reset and respawn in the next loop. But what if, in this death-loop game, he was an actual independent life form? What if he were someone like me, another player bound by the same rules? I rolled out of bed, rushed into the living room, and grabbed my phone from the corner. The whole process of my last death was recorded clearly on it. I watched myself die. Because gasoline vapor was actually more flammable than liquid gas, he actually died before I did. And then, after he died, I was burned alive by the gasoline.

I couldn't imagine what might happen if something went wrong at that event. I never expected this. Arianna had stolen everything from me, and still, it wasn't enough for her. She wouldn't even spare my mentor. I was spinning in circles, frantic, helpless. But there was nothing I could do. After all, I was dead. And in the very way I had always feared most. A double death, with a baby inside me. Only, it didn't happen on the hospital's operating table like I had imagined. No, I died in my lakeside cottage, alongside a little kitten who thought it had finally found a home, a new life.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

"She is a puppet. A lifeless body. A soulless vessel. I used the devil's book to bring her back like this but even though the devil couldn't bring back her soul I am sure Dr. Philip can do it. The book contains answers, so I asked Zia to bring them. I followed you guys being invisible many times and saw that Zia can touch it without any problem. It was difficult to even for me, so she must be the true heir Dr. Phillip wrote in his will" "If you wanted to do this. Why did you even kill her?" Will screamed. "Because she was interrupting my work" "What work?" Charles asked confused. "Dr. Phillip is still alive" "What?" Everyone was so surprised. Dr. Phillip is the only magic scientist who creat

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 stared hard at that photo, and his eyes gradually became more bloodshot. Sofie delivered the final blow that crushed him. "Wake up! Your Luna is dead! You and your men were the ones who personally dug her body out of the trap! Have you forgotten?"

Then, there was a dead silence. [Oh my goodness, the three veteran death-game players were all wiped out in just a few minutes.] [System: Not my fault! This Granny boss is too bugged!] [Was there a program error? Granny just crashed the whole level!] [This is total destruction from the ultimate Granny boss!] [Granny reigns! Granny rules!] The thick, oppressive aura that had filled the rooftop began to recede as the three players disappeared. The bone-crushing, apocalypse-level aura radiating from me slowly settled down too.

Citizens fled the streets in fear when she walked the stones, many others bowed. Her only competitor was a new assassin, Dynamere Raenaleous. Her kill level was climbing fast, and she was the only member who took work faster than Rhae; most say she never sleeps. Dynamere wore full black leather, with bands covering her limbs, holding dangerous weapons. Dynamere specialised in poisons, particularly taking a liking to a famous violet poison that paralyses anyone who touches the liquid. Most of her kills were done by poisoning the kegs of liquor in the taverns that were handed off to the guilds. The next day guild houses would be littered with bodies.

A voice slid through my bones without touching my ears. “You were not supposed to do that.” My heart slammed against my ribs. Slowly, I turned. Nothing. Only darkness. The cold faded, but my nerves refused to settle. “That is enough horror for one night,” I muttered. I looked down. The Death card now sat in the exact center of the table. I had not put it there. The ink shifted. The word DEATH thinned and dissolved like smoke. New letters formed, slow and deliberate, as if written by an unseen hand.