Story Of Death Novels & Stories

It was as if someone had written her story long before she was even born. The story was about a young woman who discovered she had only seven days left to live. Instead of drowning in fear, she chose to spend her final week with the man she loved. Creating memories, laughing through tears, and cherishing every heartbeat. On the seventh day, she took her last breath in his arms, smiling.

He had given me a second chance and I knew I had to say something to him about that. “Thank you.” Death nodded his head. He knew exactly what I was referring to. “You’re most welcome, Kiran.” He smiled stiffly. “What do you want?” “To warn you.” I wondered what game he was playing now. “About what and why?” I frowned as Death smiled sadly. “His time is up.” I felt like I couldn’t breathe as Death stood next to me and touched my soul. “Kai…” I managed to whisper through the pain and fear. **Kiran's story continues in The Lupian Chronicles: Fire (Book 3)

The Last Enemy The battlefield became peaceful. The countless doors disappeared. The Audience vanished. The stars returned. Sophia thought it was finally over. Then Death approached. Her expression was unusually serious. “Sophia.” “Yes?” “There’s something you need to know.” Sophia waited. Death looked at Seraphina. “When the old laws disappeared” “Yes?” “I lost something.” Sophia frowned. “What?” Death answered: “My authority.” Everyone became silent. “Death used to be inevitable.” “Now” She looked at Sophia. ”people can choose whether to die.”

It felt like there were so many things he could have avoided had he asked some questions or thought about them properly. It did not matter. It was already passed. None of it mattered. “What happened after my death in the previous world?” Suit’s smile faltered a little before letting out a chuckle. Anderson had recovered a little too quickly for his liking. “Nothing. The story will move on. The story always does. Just like here. After you die, everyone else will move on. I get you, your wife dies, and no one else will remember you even embarked on such a perilous journey.” Anderson just stared. “The story will always move on.” Suit finished his statement.

"We're from the Everwood Police Department. Your husband, Chester Paget, was involved in a serious car accident last night on the Everwood section of the ring highway. He died at the scene." From the moment I saw the officers at my door, an uneasy weight had been pressing on my chest. The phrase "died at the scene" dropped like a final anchor, grounding all my swirling emotions in an instant. This moment was something I had rehearsed in my mind more times than I could count. "An accident?" Feigning shock, I froze for a moment, murmuring under my breath as I covered my face with both hands. "No… No, that's impossible…"

“Akua I need your help…please” “So rude of you to just barge in my chambers and start blasting”. “I’m so sorry, it’s an emergency “. “What do you want child?”. “I need some sort of remedy or p..poi..poison “. “For what ?“. “I found a way to end this for good , I know you said there is nothing I can do but with clear thoughts I concluded that his death will set me free , I said till death do us part hence if one of us dies then it will be over “.

I asked, not knowing why I did it. —Well, I read a lot and among the things I have read once I came across a theory in a book: When a person dies unjustly, he still does not leave the earth, he wanders among the living, but he has the opportunity to communicate with a single person to be able to do justice and only then can your soul rest in peace."

Another universal force, is, of course, Death. Death is many things. Foremost, he is a door. Certain humans, however, regard him as a spider. He is a weaver of tricks and dreams, and of an inescapable web that traps all things. His threads are thick enough to bind an elephant, yet small enough to cradle a flea. He is tirelessly spinning away, mending tears, trying to keep the web of reality in order. Doubtless, he grows hungry in the process. Death is also a connoisseur of hamburgers. He is munching on an Andromedan Big Mac now, at work repairing a minute tear in the border between worlds.

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”