The Promised Neverland Death Novels & Stories

"Mr. Sullivan, take a look at the headlines on your phone. Hurry!" Douglas took his phone out, his eyes widening suddenly after he read the headlines. "Bright Family Heiress Set to Marry: High-Profile Groom’s Identity Kept Secret". The photograph attached with the news article was a recent photo of Karli. It was taken in a hotel, where she was smiling blissfully and elegantly. "What is this?" Douglas hurled his phone to the floor, almost passing out. Taylor quickly grabbed onto him to steady him. In a soft voice, he urged, "Mr. Sullivan, you have to go look for Ms. Bright immediately. Otherwise, she will soon marry someone else!

"You promised not to fail." Delilah opened her mouth to respond, but Mrs. Doris raised a hand, cutting her off. "It’s all over the news. Ryder’s death is plastered everywhere. And do you know what else? It’s painfully obvious his death wasn’t natural. It was planned—strategized."

A Deadly Promise As we boarded the waiting craft, Natalia’s cold voice echoed through the burning ruins: "You can’t run forever... I’m always coming back." Damien’s voice dropped, deadly calm: “We’ll be ready.” The cargo ramp closed, sealing us inside, as the burning villa vanished into the storm-tossed night.

"Then I need something from you. It's the only way I'll agree." Holly shifted. "What do you want?" "Even if those guys come to save you before we get there, you're still going with me. You agree to go with me to see Death, and no matter what happens, you will keep that promise. Deal?" Holly shivered. Something about the way he said it set her teeth on edge. "And if I don't?" she whispered. "If I don't keep that promise?" A cruel smirk twisted his lips. "If you break a promise with a reaper, you'll regret it with every breath in your body. Pain unlike any other will surge through you until the promise is kept. Which will it be? Answers, or will you try to fight me over this?"

Death said. “I’ll tell you, if you make me one promise,” Malachi said. “One promise? I can do that,” Death said. “Kiran will come here and try to reason with you. You won’t be making any deals with anyone about my life. I’ll remain dead and you won’t take anyone in my place,” Malachi said. “Granted,” Death said. “Now tell me about love.”

she mumbles, her eyes wide. I exhale a huge lung full of smoke and relish the calm feeling for a second. “He’s not only the Flying Death, he’s the reaper and I’m pretty sure your time is up lady,” Missile says, laughing as I hand him back the joint. Just then the rumble of some motorcycles filters into the lot and I can only crack my neck. Her eyes gloss over and her heart rate goes bonkers. I like seeing her sweat. “Have you had any other children,” I ask, rubbing my beard.

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

She wasn't kidding. "What are you talking about? As a step?" I even felt the hunger was gone. I hadn't had that much interaction with Max... well, almost no interaction with him but he didn't deserve to die so young and with so much ahead of him. My hands shook a little and I felt panic take over me. Death. I hated that word. "It was this morning. They found him in his room, Nish, he had a bullet in his head." She sobs a little.

She couldn't help but cry even more. "I'm sorry... I never meant to cause you so much trouble. I never meant to be a burden to you." "I just need you to promise me one thing," he looked straight into her questioning eyes. "Don't die." For a moment, she thought she was dreaming. Did she hear him right? How could the very same man who wished her death every day in the past one year, ask her to promise him not to die? Danie met his eyes and tried to find insincerity in his words. But she failed. There was only a genuine hope in them that she would answer in affirmative.

“He was dying, Rhys. I couldn’t just watch him die.” “Why?” I demanded. “Because you owe him? Owe him for what?” Zarya fell silent, her lips a thin line. Her Alpha pride wouldn't let her explain. “If you won’t tell me, then we have nothing to talk about.” I started for the door. “Wait!” Zarya scrambled after me, her tall frame dropping to one knee before me. “I promise you, in one month, I will give you the grandest ceremony this continent has ever seen. Every pack in North America will be there to witness it.”