The Promised Neverland Death Novels & Stories

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.

Too much. “Please don't die. Stay with me, please. Please, Abel.” It was then I realized I didn't make him promise to live. I thought he was invincible. That he could never die. That he'd always be alive, and would always be by my side. He'd made me three promises — selfish promises — and he'd never promised me that he wouldn't die. I'd never asked him to promise that. God, all these while... I didn't think he could ever be defeated. I thought Death held no candle against him. I thought...oh God.

Promise replied, pressing her face against Mama’s shoulder, inhaling the scent of woodsmoke and palm oil that no city perfume could ever erase. Elder Bamidele cleared his throat. His voice, though weaker, still carried across the square. “You broke the oath. You left. And yet… you did not die.” Promise pulled away from Mama and faced him. His beard had thinned, his hands trembled slightly as he leaned on his staff, but his gaze still sought to pierce her. “I did not die,” Promise said evenly. “Because fear was the only curse. And I refused to wear it.” The crowd had gathered — children peeking from behind their mothers’ wrappers, young men standing on tiptoe, old women whispering into each o

The sound of the party still echoed through the ground and Deshawn's honey-brown eyes were wide with anticipation as he waited for Death to say something else. The night that Deshawn's ghost form disappeared and Reniella De Vega made her wish, Death saw something shift. It shifted within Reniella and it shifted within the world that he walked. Her anguish was enough to break all promises he'd made to the boundaries and it was enough to allow her mother and Deshawn to be saved together in the same universe.

Andres' voice in the video sounded indifferent and dismissive. Camellia's mind flashed back to the day Andres received the beads. "Cam, I'll always keep these with me, even in death," he had promised. The color drained from Camellia's face. She wanted to cry and let out all the pain, but no tears came. The light in her eyes had faded completely. Late at night, as the world slept, no one noticed when Eterna Haven went up in roaring flames. Andres was up early the next morning, preparing for the day.

"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."

"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.