Sans Death Novels & Stories

Brandon's voice broke the silence, "When I came to, the drugs should've knocked me out for hours. The moment I opened my eyes, Noelle was right by my side. Man, it gave me quite the jolt. "And how is she still standing? With her heart condition and all those extra shifts she's pulled this month, she should've been a wreck seeing me 'dead'." Aria chuckled mockingly. "That woman doesn't care about you. If she did, she wouldn't have just stood there without batting an eyelash." I smirked at their words. In my previous life, Oswin had actually gotten sick from their little game and ended up dying of pure rage. However, this time around, I was given a second shot at life. I would never fall for t

A whiteboard divided into WEATHER, MOVEMENT, SUPPLIES, CONTACTS, THREATS. Under CONTACTS, she writes: Priya — apartment, mother with her. Carol — home, vehicle, competent. Pete — unknown, loud, useful. Hannah — listening. Denise — probably terrifying someone into washing their hands. Then she adds: Dex — do not contact. She caps the marker hard enough to make the lid complain. Emotional truth: she wonders if he is alive. Deflection: wonderful, abandonment trauma with push notifications. Sharper truth: alive or dead, he is no longer hers to manage.

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.

Ace Denzell made a spirit charm in the air and put it on Rapper Swithin's forehead and froze him in that place. He brought his face in front of Rapper Swithin's frozen face and gave him a kiss in the air, and smiled. "Save your madness and anger for later. I will only give you a chance to kill me with cruelty. But now I have to settle the account with someone else," he said, starting to look towards the path where Ms. Anastasia passed. In anger and rage, his eyes turned completely red and he disappeared from everyone's sight with the speed of light.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve thought about a future without death and blood.” Silence falls between us as we grow nearer. When we approach the door, I loop my arm through the crook of James’ elbow and he leans in. “I hope we both have a future without death and blood. If all goes well, we may get our happily ever afters.” “Ah! You are both here! Good!” David, James’ assistant or secretary or whatever he claimed he was when I first met him, exclaims. “Where else would we be, David? It’s our ceremony.” James frowns.

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

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Azen said, explaining the information he managed to grasp in this time. “Zero, Obsidian Beast, Tristan Snyder. One, Death, Unknown.” He paused, glaring at Kriss who acted cool. Azen knows that Kriss knows who Death is but refused to tell for unknown reason but it was distressing to fathom why. Kriss narrowed his eyes, warning him to continue and sighing, he continued, “Two, Communicator, Daphne Sparks. Three, Unknown. We don’t even know its title.” He frowned. They cannot understand where they failed, how they cannot find a single clue against this person.

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him