The Death Club Novels & Stories

I ate and listened to him. "Within the Death Ministry, only Grim can enter. There are only two types of grim that are the Council and the Reapers. The Grim Council are the ones who bring death notes from superiors to be sent to Grim Reapers like me, where we have to fetch the soul of the person written there. When we do not get them at the right time and place, they can escape and just add to the missing souls. In 40 days we should reap them otherwise they will be like the lost soul you saw yesterday. Dark and evil. " I nodded as a sign that I understood him.

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 Midnight Club erupted in a puddle of yeahs and that’s-the-spirits. Little do they know that they are in for a little treat. Little are they aware that what’s next to come will be the price of dawn. One of them must die. Tonight. — IN WHAT SEEMED LIKE A painfully ordinary month of August, on a Tuesday that looked like any other school day, all of Van Duke Public High School shuddered to the news of another death. Grief, fear, and remorse enveloped the campus. Terrifying rumors and gossips spread around the halls of Van Dyke faster than wildfire—most of them grounded from paranoia, none of them grounded from the truth.

“Then you walked into my life and proved me wrong.” Before I could answer, Pestilence loudly cleared his throat. “If you two are done making the rest of us sick with all that romance…” War snorted into his beer. “…we’ve actually got something important.” Death sighed dramatically. “Can’t I have five minutes with my girlfriend?” “No,” Famine replied flatly. “You already had all night.” The entire clubhouse erupted into laughter. I buried my face against Death’s shoulder, groaning while he chuckled. “Traitors,” he muttered at his brothers.

I muttered under my breath as more of my men made their way inside the club. Everyone had seen the picture of who we were looking for. We were killing anything else that moved. Male, of course. These asšholes didn’t have any women working for them except the strippers. I crouched down in front of the man that Francisco killed, turning his face with the tip of my gun. I sighed in relief when I confirmed it wasn’t the prick we were looking for. More gunshots were heard around the club as a group of strippers rushed along the dance floor in panic. I stood up, lifting my gun as I walked towards the space the girls had just run from.

I fired all the remaining bullets into her chest and threw the empty gun. Ironically the people present in the clubhouse didn’t even bother to see who was killed and why. They continued fucking around themselves which makes me believe why the dead bodies of young women were buried in the drain outside. I pulled out the hearing device from the dead woman’s body. Bringing it close to my face, I coldly whispered, “I killed your little assassin. Now fucking show up if you don’t want this clubhouse turned into burial site.” Saying that I crushed the hearing device under my shoes and looked for Erick. There in the corner, he was high on drugs and fucking two women together.

“That is how she died, fitting you die the same way for your betrayal.” I say as the life leaves his eyes. A single gunshot rings out through the room. I turn slowly as I look at Dane, who is grinning with blood stained teeth with his gun in his hand. I look down and see I’m not bleeding. Who was … I turn and look around the room and see Hatchet drop to his knees. My eyes widen. I turn and fire at Dane as I scream, emptying the clip into his chest and head. I throw the gun as I look at the others in rage who betrayed their club and brothers lifting the other gun. I execute them all of them.

Task Force Zero was getting busy in their office at the New York Police Department. Hart took a sip of coffee and said, “The Death Judge has changed the way of the game again. However, the rules of the game this time look very simple. It’s just prolonged killing.” “Isn’t it better this way? It’s simple and direct. Everything is obvious. The public also wants to see these scumbags die,”Judy added.

Marco questioned looking at me for some answer. "That will be impossible because if they were the same people, it would have been noted in the folder one way or another. " I told him, I knew how this people work and that is not the way. "Also I found out a little more of both of them. Alvaro does not own the Red death club, the name of that club is registered under Rarf's name. And under Alvaro's file, he was involved with Rose, a stripper at the club and the stingers took her picture after monitoring him." Judging from Marco's face, he was beyond confused yet he managed to keep his cool, while me on the other when I found out, I almost died.

London, England – A New Player Enters the Game In a private club in the heart of London, a man watched the news coverage of Leo’s supposed death with a knowing smirk. He swirled the whiskey in his glass, letting the amber liquid catch the light. “They really think he’s dead?” he murmured. Across from him, a woman with ice-blue eyes leaned forward, placing a file on the table. “What’s the next move?” she asked. The man chuckled, taking a slow sip before setting his glass down. “We bring him home.”