Story Of Death Novels & Stories

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

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. At last, it was over.

"I don't work for this world anymore, Julian. This world is closed. The ledger for Earth was finalized an hour ago. Every soul has been accounted for and moved to the next Great Cycle." "But I'm still here!" "You aren't," Death says, and for the first time, I see a flicker of pity in his eyes. "In the eyes of the universe, you were settled centuries ago. You are a rounding error. A ghost in the machine. I cannot take what is already recorded as gone." He begins to fade into the mist. "Wait!" I shriek, dragging myself toward him. "What happens to me? What do I do?" His voice comes from everywhere and nowhere, a final, fading whisper.

Dante countered, his accented tone darkening. I nodded. The story had been the greatest hit of all time. I had just left the military when the word spread like wildfire. I remember rushing to the base just to hear the whole thing. The entire thing remained a mystery that was left unsolved because no one could find what caused the fire that burned the man to death. Not even his bones were found. The fire consumed everything it found, turning it into cinders and ashes.

The smell of rotting flesh seem to seep out of the coffin. In the end, we had to have a closed burial for him. ++++++++++ Death offers us so many tnrills and chills. And in most cases, it's not even personal experiences that drive us a bit off the edge when we hear those stories. But again, I would like to remind you that some of these stories may or not be real, but it is the absolute truth for those who shared those tales. So once again, I bid you farewell from The Supernatural Spa, dear reader. This has been your Storyteller, The Diwata, saying goodnight and we hope to see you soon. Fare thee well...

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.

The fear in his eyes turned into anger. That was right, five years ago, the nation of Tianfu announced the official retirement of the legendary God of Death, M*mned, five years ago. It seemed that the Chosen One, Azrael, retired, but in fact, everyone knew that Azrael M*m had died. He had heard that the God of Death M host had offended someone he shouldn't have. He had been surrounded by the world's top killers, and even several world-class snipers had been sent there.

His words made me feel a little sick. "You were around for the world wars weren't you?" He nodded. "That's when I learned German and Russian. Me and several reapers were posted in concentration camps. There was so much death. It actually caused a good number of us to want to be reaped." I looked confused. "I told you we can kill each other but the fates can as well. A good number of our men asked the fates to destroy them after the world wars. They were burnt out and tired of living. None of us blamed them."

His time has come to show why his name is DEATH! Nathaniel who happens to see the colour of the eyes of E.J or Lunous engulfed in sudden uncontrollable fear. Unrefined chill wrapped his whole body. He heard the stories. He had read the history. He believes it was a myth but here he is in person. The most feared warrior of past decade; DEATH!

A figure, whose legs I only saw got down from the car and walked towards me frantically. I struggled to keep my eyes open, my vision darkening as I began to surrender to the cold embrace of death. Soon, my sight faded into complete darkness, and the immense pain I had felt just moments ago disappeared. The last thing I heard was a voice saying, “You are not going to die, not yet.” But it was too late; death had already claimed me. And just like that, my life ended—all because I fell in love.