Touch Her And Die Trope Novels & Stories

Her tie died dress swaying at her feet. Journey sniffs, running her hand under her bloody nose. "I can't believe you let him hit you." I flex my fingers. If that cop hadn't been there, I would have decked that asshole. "I don't hit people Tate, I love them." I palm my face. "Oh my God you're a hippie. When did this happen?" I groan in disbelief. "At least she listens to me." Dad snides, rubbing the back of his neck. "Right, because eating flowers, shitting rainbows, and getting smacked in the face by your boyfriend is ideal over me dropping out of school to fight professionally."

I couldn't imagine what might happen if something went wrong at that event. I never expected this. Arianna had stolen everything from me, and still, it wasn't enough for her. She wouldn't even spare my mentor. I was spinning in circles, frantic, helpless. But there was nothing I could do. After all, I was dead. And in the very way I had always feared most. A double death, with a baby inside me. Only, it didn't happen on the hospital's operating table like I had imagined. No, I died in my lakeside cottage, alongside a little kitten who thought it had finally found a home, a new life.

, I hit my chest and Tash cuts. I sink into the chair and Tasha and Tash gives me a thumbs up. I give a fake smile and sigh. "Davil won't like this", Tash says excitedly and Tasha hits his arm playfully. "Good thing I am the rightful heir and not him. All he can do is get angry. Good thing I never cared about how bad someone gets", I stand up and everything is fuzzy. I have the same premonition of Tasha dying, I am soaked in blood, Tareem carrying the body of his wife. I go on a killing rampage and I kill everything and everyone on sight. The dead bodies of vampires.

Theodore mumbles. I feel a sharp pain cut through my heart, one I haven’t felt in years. Along with my pain comes my anger. It’s no coincidence that my father died the same day as Ronan his best friend. The Inner Circle has something to do with this. I hear the small voice growl in my head and I flinch. I might have hated the man, Theodore King, but no one has the right to take his life from him, except me! “There might be hope after all.” Alex continues, watching me cautiously as he speaks. I feel my hands visibly shaking from the anger I’m feeling.

I didn't answer him but instead, a bloody scream came from his sister when the fire on her body intensified and it slowly turned her body into ashes. "No. Nooooo!" The Lieutenant came in running and left Cool when he saw what was happening to his Princess. "Lord Dorchadas! Do something! Umbra!" The Lieutenant frantically called out. When he saw that their King wasn't doing anything to save his lover, he did the stupidest move I've ever seen tonight. He jumped on the blazing fire and hugged the princess as they both burn into ashes. "Idiotic!" I heard Lord Dorchadas hissed as he watched what was happening. He watched how his sister and right-hand man burned together in front of him.

I remember him saying that- "A ghost is a ghost. He can't touch, he shouldn't touch anything not until he touched your hands and so eager to hold you. Little did he know, while feeling the satisfaction everytime he holds you, he is slowly energizing his body and absorbing the life you have. You will die. You will die for him." And I know the day is this day. I slowly close my eyes as I hug him tightly. Yes I know I will die. But at least I am with him while I am slowly leaving.

Just watched her reach up to adjust one of the upper levels, fingers tracing the etching in midair. And then she touched me. It wasn’t on purpose. She moved too fast, trying to secure a floating sigil before the thread quivered. Her hand brushed my chest, bare skin under the open collar of my shirt. Just a graze. Just fingers stabilizing herself. No hesitation. No recoil. But I flinched anyway. Not because it hurt. Not because I thought it would. Because it didn’t. Because that one fucking touch ignited something in me I thought was dead.

“Wait, what do you mean? An invisible thread? I rejected the mate bond. I almost died out of the pain. It took me months, almost a year, to recover from the traumatic experience.” “Yeah, that was how it was supposed to be. But Elara, those marks on your hands—they are not from you. They are from him. And I think his body has endured so much it cannot anymore. That is what triggered what the both of you have. That is what triggered this.” “Okay, so what does this mean?” “If he dies, you die.” That was just a plain answer he gave me, and I lost it. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

she whispered, "I was always dead to begin with. My life ended a thousand years ago." "So be it!" Without hesitation, without another word, he drove his free hand straight into her chest. His fingers plunged deep, tearing through flesh, muscle, and bone in an instant of gruesome violence. He found her heart, still beating faintly against his crushing grip, and with a swift, brutal pull, he ripped it out. Thana's eyes flew open one last time, a sudden, fleeting look of shock and release crossing them, before the light immediately faded. Her body went instantly limp, lifeless. The death was indeed swift.

When his fingers dipped into my underwear, I grit my teeth. “You’re so wet, Nova,” he said softly, lips and nose pressed into my neck. Damian was the one touching me, but he sounded just as affected as I was. His finger slipped past my clit, finding my hole where he spread my arousal around. I peered down, seeing his tattooed hand disappearing into my lacy underwear. I smirked—I liked how that looked. The tip of his finger dipped into my hole, feeling me just for a second and I heard him groan.