The Promised Neverland Death Novels & Stories

I dreamed of Julian. His jaw tightened. What did he say? She pressed her hand to her chest. Her heart was pounding. He said everyone who follows me dies. Cass pulled her close. He was wrong about everything in life, he said. He's wrong in death too. She held onto him. Promise me, she said. Promise you what? That you won't die again. He kissed her forehead. I promise. She closed her eyes. She did not dream again. At dawn, Luan walked to the edge of the valley.

Therefore, promise that if I die in this life, in this plot, you will spread the message in our world. "I promise," said Tennebris and Octavius in unison. The smell of magic sealing the promise rose to my nose, and I sighed. It wouldn't be new if that really happened. And everything was fine. I had a purpose. I wanted to save people and protect as many lives as came my way. If I were betrayed, I would die and be with Vraxlon in Purgatory. I would have no more reason to go back, I wouldn't have to suffer again, and I would have a dignified end. But even when I warned my friends that we should make the presentations, and they followed me along the pavement in front of my house, my heart still

Then, as if by silent agreement, we both shifted back. Naked and human. Face to face. His eyes burned, so did mine. “Zade,” Caspian spat, hatred dripping from his tongue. “Caspian,” I replied with a smirk. “You’re too late. Nyx is dead.” His entire body froze. His hands clenched. His chest heaved. “You’re lying, aren't you?” His voice shook with rage. I chuckled darkly. “I don’t need to lie. She’s gone. The Forest of the Dead claimed her. You’ll never see her again.”

"I'll never leave you. You can always cry on my shoulder whenever you're tired." Under the yellow light, the liquor bottle stood quietly on the coffee table, left alone for the night. The brooding, painful emotions swirling in Rowan's heart might not disappear overnight, but he knew he had Natalie to shoulder them with him. The road ahead could be long and arduous, but he wouldn't be alone, not when he had Natalie by his side. And so, the chapter in Velmont was closed for now. As for the truth of Neil's so-called "death", the incident had happened too many years ago for Landon's investigation to yield results so soon. Mattel Group had publicly announced its winding-up, its glorious existence

In truth, we might not have been able to get together in the end, even without you entering the picture. "However, I simply can't tear myself away from him. By the time you read this letter, I will already be dead, and it's Niall who would have killed me. Since there's no way for me to be together with him in life, then it's not so bad to die and meet him in hell instead." Niall killed Chelsea, and Chelsea had somehow predicted her own death? Had she planned her own death then? And why would Niall be willing to bear the crime of being a murderer?

“Promise me you'll never bring this up. Promise to let it go.” Fuck no. I won't. “I promise,” I say through gritted teeth, while I crossed my fingers behind her so she wouldn't see. Because I'm not making any fucking promises. It's one more person added to my deathlist.

This time, their faces were filled with gratitude. "Professor Callahan, thank you. If it weren't for you, our children would've died in the lab explosion. We almost misunderstood you. Thank you so much!" The stark contrast between their current gratitude and their past fury left me momentarily dazed. Meanwhile, Gregory handed all the collected evidence to the police, who then made it public. … The next time I heard about Bertha and Owen, they'd already been burned to death. This time, it was Devin's parents who did it.

The report said she was suspected of murdering a local loan shark before dying in the crash. Irene stared at the screen, her mouth slightly open. “I’m dead,” she whispered. Stefan smirked beside her. “No. Irene is dead. You’re Giselle now.” She turned to look at him, hollow. “And what’s the end of this story supposed to look like?” Stefan leaned closer. “A happy ending, of course.” Irene didn’t answer.

I bolted upright. Another signal? But no—this time, it was him. Nero stepped in, shirt unbuttoned, hair damp from a shower. His eyes softened only slightly when he looked at me. “Still alive?” he asked. “Disappointed?” He walked to the bed. Sat beside me. “No. I told you, Valente. You don’t die unless I say so.” I scoffed. “You’re twisted.” “You’re stubborn. We make a fine pair.” Then he set something on the bed between us.

She forced her eyes to see the man’s face clearly but it was to no avail. “Boss I already killed the boy.” A proud man came in and said to the man who lifted her body. “That’s good! Then this kid is next.” The man who was called the Boss replied. Young Arabella suffered pain in the heart after hearing that the boy who made promises to her was already dead. They should be out from there safe and alive as to what he had promised. Feeling the extreme pain in her head and the pain in her heart, young Arabella totally collapsed.