The Death Club Novels & Stories

We aren’t top dogs for nothing. Alex though, has been the worst. His constant need to kill has been unbearable. Only a week ago he murdered fourteen people just because he could. Utter Chaos. Granted none of us have slept with any other woman since our proposed engagement to Mr. Moretti’s daughter. I fear if we don’t get it going soon the whole city could be in danger. Soon, we’re pulling up to Club Ambrosia. The big flashy lights flashing as our bouncer stands guard outside the front entrance clipboard in hand. A list of names held securely upon it as a line of people wait to get in.

“I know that, freedom is important to me. But death, is too far.” “You don’t even know this person, hundreds of people die every day because of the assassin guilds. Haven’t you noticed the lack of people on your adventures?” Lya rose from the bed, striding gently towards her friend, placing her cold palm onto her shoulder. “It’s not like people just disappear, your citizens kill them.”

He was also crying but he still put me first because I felt like I was going to faint from what I witnessed. Just like in my dream. It is true that Don Jose is dead. His body was so decomposed that we buried him without opening the coffin. Just like papa, we will also cremate Don Jose's body. All relatives and acquaintances of Don Jose attended. Almost all the townspeople sympathized with the loss of Don Jose. Even so, security is still tight at the Mansion because Beth has not been caught yet.

I pull on his head and he squeals in fear. “Yes!! YES! I do.” he cries. “Where?” Caleb says, his hold tightening. “In my complex. The top floor, attached to my room.” “Thank you,” I say, placing my claws on his neck. “For that, you get a quicker death.” “This is for my family!” Caleb and I roar in unison as I swipe my claws across his throat and Caleb squeezes him tight until he goes limp in his arms. His hot blood stains my hands and his eyes go wide before the life drains from him. An eerily similar look to my father in his last moments. Caleb drops him and Clem wraps her arms around Caleb, holding him tight as the tears come for both of us. He reaches out for me, But I remain where I am.

He was wearing his grim reaper cloack and a formal attire underneath. Shane's ears burned bright red while staring at Mara's mismatched eyes. He secretly pinched himself. "Knock! Knock!" He said and Mara chuckled. "Who's there?" She said. She knows about this modern joke. Shane's face burned brighter. He didn't mean it as a joke. He flicked Mara's forehead and then leaned closer to her. "It's Death, on your doorstep," He said and then planted a kiss on her forehead. "It's Death, on your doorstep, who?" Mara asked.

“A few hours from now, a moment to the truth as everything will turn back and undo, a thousand souls and blood to be spilled and a holder’s doll to be manipulated. Everything is perfectly falling into the plan.” Drawing an evil smile, he looks at the picture of the one that will pave the book for that world to exist and the same that will be ‘HIS’ final sacrificial soul to feed the sin that this world holds. "Soon enough,” “ALLIAH.” Looking back as someone whispers a call unto her name, the wind blew in an eerie pattern together with a warning she could not pinpoint what. Shoving the thoughts away as she might just hearing things. She continues walking as she’s reading the documents, reports

"If my lady is pleased, then so am I." Getting closer to the table, I felt my body become heavy with each step. Something didn't feel right. Something was wrong, yet as I tried to find the source of my unease, nothing stood out to me. The flowers were in full bloom, the fountain a clear blue as birds flew around. Yet something wasn't right. The sound of a loud click to my left caught my attention as it seemed to echo through my ears. Turning in that direction, I noticed a man standing there with a feral look on his face. In his hands was a long-necked shotgun. As the sound of the gun firing echoed in the clearing, I jumped in shock as I waited for the pain, but nothing. Turning to look at th

she said softly. “That’s what I love about this place,” Jake said and placed his feet back on the low table in front of him. “I think you should just tell me everything that’s happened since Nate died,” Klara said, and looked up at him. “Okay,” Jake said, and shifted in his seat so he could look at her. “The night Nate died, I had a meeting with Buzzer. He wanted to talk about problems he was having with the Reapers. They attacked the strip club, which you know, and eleven people died. Nate was one of them. The others were Reapers.”

Could we survive this? I clenched my jaw, gritting my teeth against the terror rising in my chest. “Not today,” I whispered. “Not ever.” --- The Club Betrayal From the shadows behind us, a movement caught my eye. One of the club’s members—someone I trusted—stepped forward, weapon raised, eyes cold. “Traitor,” I breathed, recognition sinking like ice in my veins. The club member smirked, whispering, “Bishop sent me to finish what he started. Luca dies tonight.”

The first thing that appeared on screen was chunks of flesh flying around, and blood splattered everywhere. The video was crystal clear. Every face and every voice was captured perfectly. "This is just a minor accident. Only one person died. You won't lose anything even if you bear the main responsibility…" "One person died, and you call that a minor accident?" In the video, my furious outburst, Bertha's indifference, and Owen's coaxing and tempting Logan were all recorded clearly. According to the influencer, as it was summer break and the campus was empty, she'd gone to shoot some content, pretending to be a student.