The Five Of Us Are Dying Novels & Stories

Death. Everyone was about to die.

My breath hitched and my heart clenched painfully. Lucas let out a quiet laugh. “When you were wrongfully accused, I was the one who told your mom to plead for help everywhere. I was the one who told her you had been beaten in prison. I told her you wouldn’t get out. In the end, I even said it was all me. That old lady died from anger. “Tsk, tsk, when she died, we just scattered her ashes somewhere. The tombstone you see now? We put it up hastily when we found out you were about to be released.”

"So there's a party tonight at Xander's. You are highly invited." "Do you realize that someone is dead? Do you realize that people have been dying since last week? Do you fucking realize that at all?" She stepped back. "Uhm, isn't it a disease breakout or something?" "What? A disease breakout and you're fucking standing on your feet?"I looked at everyone standing and listening to me. "It's no fucking break out, get that? Someone is out there killing people and we're just living like today's going to be our last day. Did Henshaw know he was going to die that day? Did Mereba? Did Igor? Did the fucking bouncer know? Did Scarlett know she was going to meet her death today? Did my mother?!"

He drew a long breath before letting out a bitter laugh. "Whatever." His voice was exhausted and hollow, as though all the strength had been drained out of him. "I kind of want to die too right now." He closed his eyes. "She's always used threats like that to control me. If something doesn't go her way, she starts talking about life and death." His tone became colder. "So, if that's what she wants… she can do whatever she likes."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but gasp. He was too frightened. "By the way, I seem to have told you just now that you are going to die soon, right?" Lucas looked at the middle-aged man indifferently. A chill rushed from the middle-aged man's tailbone to the top of his head. "What... what do you want to do?" The middle-aged man looked at Lucas in horror, adding, "I'm the Fifth Elder of the God of Heaven Organization." "There is only one ending for you today. The ending is death."

How had Vexx known? I glanced over to where Claire slept. Ash remained at her side, trying unsuccessfully to not doze off. Andre, Damian, and Vee sat in chairs on one side of her bed, while my mates and I occupied the couch across the room. The tension in the air was thick, palpable. No one wanted to bring up what was clearly on all of our minds. I sighed. “That was a shit show.” My gaze fell on Vee. “You told us today, 5th Circle would be wiped from the earth, that we’d have victory. So what went wrong?”

My body dangled over the acid, my arms burning from the weight. “Leah!” Hoodie guy called out, dropping to his knees as reach toward me. His eyes were wide now — terrified, desperate. “I’m fine!” I lied, even though my fingers were slipping. My palms slick with sweat. I’m Going To Die. The thought flashed through my mind like lightning. After Everything, I’m Going to Die Because I can’t Balance Like a Damn Ballerina.

My friends. My family. One after another, they die before my eyes. And there is nothing I can do. I cannot touch them. I cannot change anything. I cannot save them. When I wake for the fifth time, I am on the verge of collapse. Who will it be next? Fitch? Eva? My mother? My entire pack? Is this some kind of prophecy? Or a curse? Will every person I love eventually die? My legs tremble as I walk toward the cliff again.

"Dad, come home quick! Grandma's lost her mind. She wants to take her own life, she's trying to get Adaline to drink the poison with her!" John had never been more exhausted than he was at that moment. Yet, he had no choice but to turn around and deal with the pathetic and broken life he was now living. … As the plane broke through the clouds, I stared dazedly out the window. After some time, I turned to Caleb and said, "If I die, you have to bring me back. Let me be with my parents…" He gripped my hand tightly without speaking. I slowly rested my head on his shoulder and drifted off to sleep.

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.