The Promised Neverland Death Novels & Stories

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.”

Chuck chuckled. “It was getting interesting” Shira protested and Chuck laughed again. He now looked very tired. He yawned and closed his eyes. “Shira…” He called quietly. “Yes, Chucky?” “Can you promise me something?” He still had his eyes closed but sounded very serious. “Anything, Chuck” She said, sitting up on her chair. “If I die, will you and Mum promise not to grieve for too long?”

Lizzy started to explain. "No, young lady! I think you're the one who doesn't understand. Do you know what Greed will do when he finds out you lost his child? He will hunt you down, girl! He will personally come for your head, and you won't want to see him in that state!" "I know, but..." "If you know, then value your life a little more!" he exclaimed gently, taking her hands to comfort her. Lizzy could see the concern in his eyes as she smiled softly.

Confusion flashed across his face before it twisted in anger. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? You’re using the urn to provoke me! You’re proud that you killed Eve, aren’t you?” I felt like I was about to go insane. How could anyone reason with a person like that? "The lake isn’t that big, and Eve’s body never surfaced. How could you possibly think I had anything to do with her death? “Now, Eve may not even be dead, but your mom really is. And it’s because of you! She could’ve been saved, but you refused to save her because of your obsession with your maybe-dead first love!”

While I was transporting the sculpture away, I felt extremely agitated looking at the snapped finger. Before receiving the DNA analysis report, I still had hopes that this person might not be Hazel. Even animals would not harm their young. No matter how cruel the Larsons could be, they would not possibly do such a thing. Yet, I had underestimated a person's greed. When Layla's mother took out the suicide note in the police station, I was close to crumbling and falling apart at that point. I knew what I was looking at was forged, and I knew that Hazel had died in their hands. Yet, there was nothing I could do.

Carmen asked puzzledly. "It's a long story. Can you do it for me?" Caspian asked. "Of course," Carmen replied. It was a small matter, so she was definitely going to help him. "Alright. Take down this number." Caspian gave the number to Carmen. … In the blink of an eye, night had fallen. At 10:00 pm, Garrett led all the members of the Flying Dragons to the Cliff of Death on the outskirts of Southlake City. Nadia also brought the entire York family to the Cliff of Death to witness Caspian's death.

"Probably. But I'll listen anyway because I love you and nearly destroyed you by dying." "You didn't die. You were declared dead. Big difference." "I don't think there is a difference from your perspective." She was right. Dead or declared dead, the result was the same. Three weeks of grief and pain and trying to survive without her. Lucia stirred between us, her hand reaching out. "Mama? You're still here?" "Still here, baby. I'm not going anywhere." "Promise?" "I promise." "You promised before and you died." The words were matter-of-fact but they cut deep. Eve pulled Lucia closer. "You're right. I did promise and I broke it. I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean to leave you."