The Deathless Novels & Stories

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

The pause between dying and death. The keeper vanished, but the realm is not gone.The endless brightness folded into itself until nothing remained. Only silence, darkness, Eliana and her guide. She can feel it, humming beneath her ribs like a second heartbeat, the green field and the bridge and the Keeper's final command, and she knows with a certainty that has no source in the ordinary world that somewhere, moving through dimensions she cannot see, the Spirit of Everlasting Death is still coming. Wait!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What does he mean by spirit of death?

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

(GLASS) “DEATH OR REBIRTH, WHICH ONE WILL YOU CHOOSE?” Asking the question in a dreaded tone, Alliah’s face marks with nothingness as she perfectly relays those words to the familiar presence that immediately in a spilled of a second the time stood still and marks the howling silence of death. “Should I choose, can I choose, yet I rather have both as the God of death himself.” Proud and full of pride, Kyle answers her question in a satirical way and more like a puzzling tone, as he sits unto his throne made with all those sinful souls which scream echoes in desperation and pain.

Death offers nothing to admire, be it the pale skin of the corpse, the stiff joints, the cloudy eyes, the dilated pupils, the decomposed skin, or the white maggots wriggling around. However, taking someone's life, the process of turning something alive into something dead, stealing that divine power, is what drives people insane. When the final shovel of dirt is thrown, it's as if she has buried the hesitant, wavering human beneath the deep pit. The respectful driver with his hands behind his back stood solemnly waiting for him to enter. Alexandra Dhara, with his hand, expressed her desire to enter first, in a very natural and gentle manner.

Death in the form of a man. Jess.

Nathan knelt down, carefully gathering every last bit with his hands and gently placing them into the urn Jake had paid an exorbitant amount of money for. For the first time, Nathan, who was always strong and composed, held the urn in his arms, his eyes reddening. He whispered my name over and over. I curled my lips into a sneer. "Oh, this is just the beginning. You will be crying a lot more soon," I thought. Under Jake's urging, Nathan finally returned to the estate with my ashes. On the way, Jake told him the truth about my death. "Ms. Bartlett died from the pain of her illness. She suffered until she couldn't take it anymore. She wasn't sick as long as her sister, but because her conditio

“I didn’t want to die, but I also don’t want to live like this.” Moving to the other spot beside me, Samuel tilted his head and examined the priestess. “Live like what?” Chelsea’s words echoed in my head, so I asked, “Is it because you didn’t have a sacrifice for the spell?” Dina flinched, and her face was strained. “A sacrifice?” Stevie’s brow furrowed. “Like a rabbit or something?” Jack brushed his thumb against her chin and cooed, “Aw. You’re so cute.” “And who is the death goddess?” Lucas propped his arm against the door, blocking our view of the outside. “I’ve heard of the nature goddess and the moon goddess but never a goddess of death.”

[Raven] (Flashback) I had created Deathless Death in a completely confidential environment controlled by Asher. But two years later, Ezra found out about it… “Why did you make it?” Ezra asked, his voice unnervingly calm as he stood across the desk in my office at Pheles Palace. I stared at the confidential documents related to Deathless Death displayed on Ezra’s laptop sitting on my desk. “Raven…” Ezra asked again, deliberately stressing every word while barely suppressing his rage. “Why did you create Deathless Death?”

As such, Charles would never let the matter go out of hand. "I know Celine's death is unjust, but let's deal with it after this period is over, alright?" he coaxed Susan. However, it was obvious that his patience had reached the limit. "You knew about it a long time ago, didn't you?" How would Susan not understand what their reaction meant? Her tears streamed down her face. I never recalled Susan crying this badly. My death, the concealment of my death from the world, and the perfect hiding for the murderer…