The Death Club Novels & Stories

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

My dad held the boy back, he sighed before he grabbed the back of the boy's hair and pulled him away, "I already want to hurt you so bad, so don't let-" "Frank, come, it's urgent!" I heard Liam's voice before he came into the room but dad didn't seem to care. Liam placed his hand on dad's shoulder, "Frank I am telling you it's urgent, Isaac attacked one of the clubs we own and he killed everyone inside! Come with me now !"

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."

He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction. The room fell deathly silent. Everyone waited, holding their breath for the final pronouncement. "Murder." The word hit like a thunderclap, echoing in the shocked silence. Chaos erupted once more, the noise from the reporters deafening, while online, the live stream chat exploded with comments: "Sabrina is dead!?" "No way! How is this possible?!" "Murder? What is he saying? That Arianna and Charles killed her?" "OMG, this is wild!"

"The systems are connected. There's no mistake. She passed away in a hospital just a few kilometers from your house. Four days ago. Aren't you her husband? Why are you only looking for her now?" That sentence hit everyone like a hammer to the chest. Dead? David's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground. Thomas stood stiffly in place, murmuring, "Her phone was off… because… she's already gone…" "Who did this to her?!" Marlene lunged forward, grabbing the officer's arm, her voice breaking. The officer coldly replied, "Cause of death: acute liver failure. She had taken high doses of painkillers. Her organs failed rapidly."

"Now, here's what's gonna happen, you took ownership of this club and all of the sudden, the owner is found dead in his apartment, with the money you gave him... disappeared. Suddenly you're thriving in a business that he couldn't handle, I wonder what they're gonna say about this?" "You go and terrorize the person you sold to, I have no business with you, let me tell you something, I didn't wake up one morning and decided to own this club okay? I don't know who you are or what the fuck you do but I'm the wrong person you should think of messing with, I paid my dues in full, I paid everyone that should be, you go and get your drugs from the dead man I don't give a fuck how you wanna do that,

MEGAN’S POV “The owner of the chain of clubs Cubes was found murdered in his club this morning. The police found a yellow rose next to his body just like they found one next to Mr Cole’s body yesterday. Now the question on everyone’s mind is, are we looking at a serial killer targeting businessmen? More on the story tomorrow.” I smiled watching the news and felt good. Finally, everything was good with the world. These people have not seen anything yet.

“They’d kill me. It might not be as quick as when Tank killed Jefferson. It would probably be brutal like when I killed Stinger. And my body would never be found. My bike would be stripped and parts sold. Anything that would identify it as mine would be destroyed. All my stuff would either be sold or destroyed. My cut would be burned and my name never mentioned again.” “But the club….” “Is not as nice as you think it is. We got out of drugs and arms when Sinner and his family were gunned down. But we still do some shit.” He said in a no-nonsense tone. “The guys that got you in Germany and bounced you around? That’s part of what we do. Werewolf opened his security company; all the employees a

Death was a tall 6'5", slim man with mostly pale skin. His arms, like his legs, were pitch black. His hair was long, about shoulder length, and almost as dark as his limbs. Death was wearing a dark purple robe that went down to the top of his shins with a hood on the back. The sleeves were long enough to cover his lanky arms. His office was a simple room, about eight-hundred square feet, with grey walls. There was a desk and a plaque behind the desk that reads "Memento Mori" Death didn't care for the plaque and often saw it as kind of a joke. He was given it as a gift though, so he kept it hung up at all times, hoping his new recruits wouldn't notice.

"He's a fucking dead man." All the men from the club were sitting around the meeting table looking sullen and torn in two. Normally, the room was buzzing with activity and conversation, but today was a different day. I sat down at Axel's left as he looked around at all the men. "Our club has taken a massive blow this morning. For unidentified men stopped Melissa dead in her tracks on highway 12. One of them jumped off his bikes and put three holes in our girls," he paused to look around at them all one more. "Sally is gone. Dead on site. Melissa is sitting in the ICU right on with a bullet would in her stomach." A lot of the men groaned as the activity spun around in the room before Danny he