Rashta Death Novels & Stories

It wasn't a liquidation order, and it wasn't a compliance brief from Sophia Lang. It was an automated death certificate, finalized by the London metropolitan forensic desk ten minutes prior. The name on the digital registry was *Victor Hawthorne*, and the cause of death was listed as an acute, untraceable toxin detected during his morning transport from the Carlton Club. Before Elias could process the sudden, violent decapitation of his dynasty, a secondary window popped open on the screen, revealing a pre-recorded video file. The image rendered smoothly, showing Rafe Morale Blackwood sitting inside the darkened interior of an unmarked sedan, a sleek silver briefcase resting on his knees.

Her face was pale as she continued, "That's how your father died too." My heart skipped a beat. Didn't Dad die because Mom killed him after he tried to sell me off to some human traffickers? Grandma and Mom… Could one of them have lied to me? My expression remained unchanged as Grandma continued, "Your mother insisted on changing your fate, so she took on what was supposed to happen to you and died a tragic death in return." I'd heard from my neighbors that Grandma used to volunteer as a teacher in Nungaar territory. Grandma allegedly cured many children of their nightmares after returning home and even knew how to cleanse negative energies. She was a greatly respected elder back in my homet

I could not even remember how. At the very least, I should thank him for serving as our first lab rat and providing such valuable data. … That night, the hospital informed me that he had killed himself shortly after I left by drinking a bottle of sanitizer. They pronounced him dead soon after. I gave a noncommittal "mm-hmm" and told the hospital to handle the body. His funeral was simple: no ceremony, no pomp, no ritual, not even a single guest. I watched as they lowered him into the grave.

Nia looked at Shayra who nodded at her, “ Now all you need to do is, “ Shayra said as she pulled her ring out of her hand and handed it to nIa, “Fix a body there and made it wear this ring, DNA samples and everything you need to take care of them, “ Shayra said as Nia nodded. “everything depends on you now Nia, after this night forget anything every happened, this night never happened, that fake accident never happened and Shayra Yash Kapoor died in her hosue and now her hsuand is doing her last rituals got it?” Shayra asked as nIa nodded. Hugging her one last time Nia left from there as if all pf it never happened.

Raf knew they both were not the best brothers, but they had repented for everything by giving their lives for her. Raf eyed Saraya for the last time and left. Vidhant completed all the funeral formalities. Members of the Royal Clan attended the funeral. They came to know that Justin and Austin sacrificed their lives for their Queen. “I never knew that you would come here,” Vidhant said to Raf, who had come to attend their last rituals. Raf didn’t reply. He was gazing at their coffins.

The Man Who Should Be Dead (Rosette’s Point of View) Rosette felt the world tilt beneath her feet. The streetlights flickered faintly above, but the glow seemed distant, unreal. All she could see was the man walking toward them. Tall. Calm. Unhurried. Rael Khalid. Alive. Her fingers trembled slightly at her sides. She clenched them into fists, forcing herself to stay steady. This can’t be real. In her previous life, Rael had died.

"The First Life. The day they found the Scythe in my blood." ​"No," Julian said, his voice sharp with a realization that made him turn pale. "Look at the monitors, Elowen. This isn't just a memory. This is 2026. This is now." ​The monitors above the table weren't showing medical data. They were showing a countdown. ​04:59. ​"The Ritual of Extraction," a voice boomed from the overhead speakers. It was Silas, but his voice sounded younger, stronger. "The Tenth Life was a failure of the soul, Dr. Valerius. But the First Life... the First Life is pure potential."

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

Since she was sure that Rizine might be dead by now. "Is there something funny?" Aster asked. Since Aster saw that Kristina almost laughed at him, on what he had said. Since Aster knows that it is not something funny about killing Rizine Kristina looked at directly Aster's eyes, and fix her posture. Kristina looked at him and said. "I threw Rizine on a cliff. And she might be dead by now..."

In photos of dead people they put garlands but he didn't know why his mother didn't let anyone do that. Rana Pratap almost lost his glint along with Mayabati. Arjun was shattered and Ranvijay was dying with guilt every day. But they all have learnt to live life. Almost everyone made some promises to her so they are keeping them. Ranvijay found Myra a real wicked woman who made everyone listen to her but she listened to nobody. "I don't believe she is dead. She is breathing in me." Ranvijay spoke when the Puja was completed.