The Death Club Novels & Stories

The memory answers before she can stop it. Her back against the concrete pillar. The dead closing in. One hand pressed to her bleeding arm. The bag gone. Dex gone. No rescue. No miracle. Just her, laughing once because of course this was how it ended, because if she had known betrayal came with this much paperwork she would have asked for a receipt. She had still tried to get up. Even then. Especially then. “That’s a flattering way to say I died stubborn.” It was a statistically significant death. A laugh escapes her before she can catch it. Small. Ugly. Almost nothing.

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

"Honey, werewolves transform at night. It’s normal that you don’t remember. I’ll watch over you from now on. I won’t let anyone discover your identity." I crouched there, my mind in chaos. If this were real… Did that mean I wasn’t human? Why did I have no memory of what happened at night? And why had I died four times, trapped in this endless loop? One question after another shattered everything I thought I knew about the world. If I weren’t human, that wasn’t scientific. But was this death loop scientific? My in-laws, now convinced, raised their voices again, pointing fingers. "What kind of spawn did your family give birth to?! Eating raw meat and drinking blood, and you still let her roam

**Author's Note: Stranger than Murder is being updated weekly as well. Take a moment to check out that story it has holiday themed chapters as well. I hope you like it. Please coment and vote on what you enjoy the most from My Death Contract as well as Stranger than Murder. Happy New Year's! \(*^*)/ **

They think the young Mort who will dominate the Underground in the future is the "Perfect One" As a child, Mort has already contributed a lot to the clan, especially in ammo and weaponry. He has also won many battles against the Underground countless times. People considered him a threat and is feared by everyone. He became infamous in the Underground and nicknamed him 'DEATH'. Certain and Quick Death, he never lets his opponents speak before he kills them. He doesn't need to hear any of their pleas or last words. The important thing for him is they die in his hand and won't allow them to cheat death.

I told him, scooting back. “ Did you?” Nathan asked, but Dr. Martin got between us. “ Five college students died because of this dude letting them into that club.” “What club?” I asked. “The one that people know where to stay away from.” Nathan scared me. The way his eyes stared back at me like he was trying to look in my soul, terrified me. Dr. Martin stared at me before his eyes turned to Nathan. “ That’s enough.” Dr. Martin said. Nathan glared at me, and all I could do was roll my eyes. He was the

Ragnor said, and Emily pouted her lips, making Clara smile. "I am sure it is not that bad," Clara said, and Ragnor smiled, knowing what Emily was capable of. At the same time, in California, on the news, there was a report of two people found dead not far from a popular club. "We have another case of the killer snake. Two victims, a man in his thirties and a lady in her twenties, have been found dead behind the walls of a popular Club. It appears the way these two were killed is similar to the existing murders that occurred in the clubs. The only difference now is that we have a male victim, and this time, it was outside the club. The victims have bites on their necks that look like they wer

"You and Millie should probably stay away from that club from now on." "How did you know about the club?" I hadn't mentioned anything about that, so how was he aware of it? "It isn't a secret," Aiden answered calmly. "After her boyfriend, Allen, died in the line of duty, she hadn't handled the grief well. She frequents that club to drown it out. Most of us at the station know; we just pretend not to." "Allen?" I had never heard her mention the name. "Her boyfriend was also our colleague. Two years ago, he was killed while investigating an organization whose members bear a wolf claw tattoo. The scent left on his body back then was the same one found on your dress."

Following Nico through the double doors I find myself in an entirely different clinic from the one upstairs. “Welcome to the Angel of Death Clinic where we help you find death on your terms.” Nico smugly says the slogan like he’s brilliant. I mean he is, but I’m used to being the only smug one. However, two smug, cocky men with a sassy, brat female we might just be unstoppable.

Silence. The club keeps moving, unaware that one of its regulars just died. Owen steps back, expression unreadable. “It’s done.” I swallow hard. Levi nods. “Let’s get the hell out of here.” And just like that— We’re killers for hire. How low we’ve fallen