We Die Alone Book Novels & Stories

"Then came the realisation a while later that I was truly alone. The loneliness is the worst. Not even the darkness that surrounded me could compare to the loneliness that enveloped me from within. I felt empty, cast, alone. I was tired of crying. I was tired of screaming. My body was weak and I felt it. "In that particular moment, I cursed my immortality. I just wanted to die for it to all be over. But then, I thought to myself: what if I was dead already? After all, no one knows what the after life looks like. What if that pitch blackness was all the vision im the after life? Maybe I was truly dead but why was death so lonely and cold? I wondered how I died. It must have been that cursed t

Alinta cried, her voice breaking in bitter agony as fragments of her old self returned to her. “You are upon death's door Alinta, finally granting me passage to reach you.” “I'm dying? Am I that far gone?” she whispered. “You are hanging on a thread, my little girl. You are so close to coming home. Just let go of everything. Die.” A shiver ran down her spine; the way that last word had been spoken left her suddenly cold. “Die?” she whispered. “Is that why Mom and I were always alone? You’ve been dead all this time?”

Nowhere really ever felt exactly like the home I lost years back, but I haven't felt so alone till now. ............. ............ .......... ........ ...... ..... .... ... .. . A/N I see incoming deaths and bloodshed. Who do you think will die? And who deserves to die first?

Ayla sat frozen long after the file was shut, her hands pressed flat against the leather as if pinning it down might also anchor the storm tearing through her chest. The silence in the room swelled until it roared in her ears. Alone. The word repeated like a hammer strike, sharp and merciless. It reverberated through her bones until she could almost hear the echo in her blood. Alone meant no cover, no fallback, no eyes on her back when everything went to hell—as it inevitably would.

Like someone dying horribly. He doesn’t want to know; he’s gone and I’m sure I’ll die END OF BOOK 1 ------------------------------------------

Chey picks up once again and she turns to eye him. "Don't be obvious..." I whisper. "Well, he's obviously creeping so I might be." She shrugs. We grab the shirts and move along, and the man remains staring off into space by the men's shirts. We make our way over to the bookshelves, still guarded, but enthralled at the mark downs on the paper backs. Chey and I have similar tastes so we each take a couple that we both were eyeing, knowing that we will switch off after we've read them. A particular vampire thriller catches my eye, and I grab it last second.

Chapter 45: The Chorus of Humanity The silence that followed the stranger’s dissolution was not truly quiet. To anyone sensitive enough to hear it, the atmosphere was screaming. It was the sound of billions of human souls—connected through Ethan’s white divergence—suddenly processing the collective memory of a trillion dead realities. On Earth, the reaction was immediate and terrifying.

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.

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

"Damn you, Arius! You're supposed to be stronger than this! How could you let yourself die so easily?! You have to wake up…you can't die…Arius!" It was pretty strange...being completely alone in the dark. Everything was so cold and so empty. It wasn't just pitch black, and it wasn't just vacant. It was like being thrown into nothingness, like falling forever with no real direction. He hadn't known that death would be like this. It was so dark…so lonely. So this is what it's like…to die.