Victories Greater Than Death Novels & Stories

a voice on the other end asked. “As planned,” she said coldly. “Good. Keep it up,” the voice replied before hanging up. Angelique’s lips curled into a faint smile as she stared once more at the board. “Game on,” she whispered. “Patience is the quality of every soul seeking revenge. This is just the beginning of your downfall.” She said fixing the picture.

He gently poured the champagne into the wind, watching the drops catch the sunlight as they fell. "To you, my dear friend. To your eternal rebirth." Though my life had been as brief as brilliant fireworks in the night sky, my work and spirit had gained immortality in an even more dazzling way.

Before I die, I'm taking you with me. Nathan's gaze flickered to the knife in her hand, and he gulped. "Let me go. I'll find the best doctors in the world to treat you." Trinity let out a hysterical laugh. "Too late. Go to hell." With that, she plunged the blade into his stomach and carved out both kidneys. I turned away, drifting out of the warehouse. I didn't dare look back. Nathan's agonized screams echoed in my ears. A single tear slipped down my cheek before it vanished into nothing.

"Dawn is really nothing again. Dawn is really ended. I thought choosing meant forever. I thought becoming meant permanent. I thought existence meant eternal. But Dawn chose. Dawn became. Dawn existed. And now Dawn is nothing. How can that be right? How can that be fair? How can that be the way things work?" "Death is part of existence," I said quietly. "Ending is part of being. Loss is part of love. Dawn knew this. Dawn accepted this. Dawn chose this. Not because existence is bad. But because existence is valuable. Dawn died proving that value. Dawn sacrificed showing that meaning. Dawn ended demonstrating that love is worth dying for. Dawn's death was not failure. Dawn's death was victory.

But in the end, he was just a pawn in a much bigger chess game. A pawn I would sacrifice without hesitation if the situation demanded it. Because in this war—the war to reclaim destiny, to take revenge on the world that destroyed me in my previous life—there was no room for sentimentality. There was only victory or destruction. And I had chosen victory, whatever the cost. **

The scent of conflict lingered in the air, guiding me through the darkness that had settled over the battlefield. Amidst the wreckage, I found his lifeless form, a fallen tyrant whose reign of darkness had met its end. The relief that washed over me was tempered by the solemn acknowledgment of the sacrifices made to achieve this victory. Fernanda's sacrifice resonated in my heart, an ache that refused to dull even in the face of triumph.

Victor lay defeated, his armor shattered and his dark ambitions thwarted by the guardians of the artifacts As Victor lay defeated on the ground, the battlefield around us was eerily quiet. The remnants of his forces stood in shock, their resolve crumbling as they realized their leader had been vanquished. Maya, Lila, and I stood together, our breaths heavy with exertion yet filled with the relief of victory. "It's over, Victor," Maya's voice rang out, firm and unwavering. "Your quest for power ends here." Victor struggled to rise, his face contorted with rage and disbelief. "You... you cannot stop me," he spat, his voice hoarse. "The artifacts... they belong to me!"

His death didn’t remedy any of the damage he had done. He was the one dead and I was the one alive but it didn’t feel like I had won. This didn’t feel like life— it didn’t feel like victory. I’ve started victory in battle before and this moment didn’t feel like it. Where is compensation? Where is fulfilled retribution? Where is the act of reparation? Absent. It all felt absent. And now, winning felt like pain. Is this the new normal now? Has the concept of victory been masked all along?

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

I told him and he shook his head. "Be nice babe," Miguel stated and I told him of course I'd be. I picked up Rai and set him on my lap as he watched me curiously. I felt an interesting feeling of being drained when I held him but, unlike a normal person I could refill whatever life force he took from me being the son of a God. I glanced at Miguel and knew with him being Life he wouldn't have sensed it. "You're not a nice boy," the child stated with accusing eyes. I chuckled and said,"I am Death, little one and am nice to those I chose to be." Rai blinked rapidly and fussed a bit before pulling off the tiara on his head and laying down against my chest.