Sometimes People Die Novels & Stories

"It's the same as with humans. They don't know about contracts. So there may be something better like the next level heaven or hell, or maybe we just stop existing." "Have you known anyone that has died once they were dead?" "A few. Most just get new contracts, so they disappear. It's not like we get much of a social life. At least not for the first few hundred years, but I had a fellow demon who was fighting alongside of me die once. She just bled out black blood and died, just like a human does." "Her body didn't disappear?" I asked. She shook her head, then sucked in a ragged breath and coughed up black blood.

They examined her body and let out the sad news. “She is dead, sir.” Alpha Cillian watched in horror as she was taken out in a cadaver bag as well. “Sadly, that’s what’s been going on for the past three days, Alpha. More than 40 people have died only this morning. The people can longer isolate in their homes while the deaths are on the rise,” Theo informed. “Let’s head to the mortuary, now!” Upon getting there, Alpha Cillian demanded to speak with the team in charge of autopsies.

Now there were just the four of us on the promontory and he took the phone from my hand and when he started watching the video his expression and that of the others changed drastically. The atmosphere had changed. -We live in a dangerous world, in dangerous times. No one knows what tomorrow will bring and each day must be considered a reprieve. Because anything can happen. You can die from a motorcycle accident, from drinking too much alcohol, from a poorly treated injury, during an excursion or from illness.......Parkinson's disease for example.

That a time will come that they’ll eventually be forgotten. That’s why there are death anniversaries to commemorate their deaths so even if it’s only annually, they’ll be remembered by the people that were once part of their lives. Pity to those who can't move on. Pity for them because they can't create better memories so those sad memories could be replaced. Those people are so pitiful. Will I be like that too? Will I also be scared to die? Will I also be scared to lose another person in my life… permanently?

, I splutter when I finally regain a sense of speaking any understandable syllables. "A few boxers die in the ring or due to injuries in the ring annually but I personally did not know anybody like that. I would like to think that I wouldn't die like that because you know, I never really lose that badly," Nathan stands up, pats and my head gently, and leaves. That means he could die. They could die. In the ring itself.

"Where do your people go when they die?' "My people!" Osinala exclaimed, touching his chest. "Some of them believe they will rest in the dwelling place of their ancestors while others believe they will be reincarnated. Every man has his own reason for believing whatever he wants to believe. I am not in the position to determine what will happen when a man dies. To answer that important mystery of life is to accept death without having contradictory thoughts." "What do you believe in?" James asked.

"Holding on? I don't know if that's the right word. I just haven't died yet. Not yet." "What do you mean?" The man looked at Marco with serious eyes, glistening under the dim light seeping through the crack in the door. "Everyone here eventually dies, friend. This isn't a place to live. This is a place to wait for death." "But you're still alive." "For now. But in this cell alone, I've had different cellmates come and go. They die one by one. Some are killed for breaking the rules. Some die from illness. Some disappear."

I know damn well there are cases that just can't be saved, and that is what happened to his wife. I didn't want to upset him, but I also wanted him to know that life happens, and people die. I don't want to sound callous. I'm not. Each person that dies was loved greatly by someone else, whether a parent, child, brother, sister, lover. Everyone is loved. And when someone dies unexpectedly like that, it's harder to come to terms with.

“Many have died before, and many will die again, people die... It happens,” “But they are not dying of natural causes, they are being murdered for a sport and that's unfair to them, they should get to live and grow old and die peacefully, not be hunted down and assassinated by someone— or something they don't stand a chance fighting, Maybe she is tired of getting her hands bloody.”