We Never Die Novels & Stories

Reaching up, I cupped the side of his neck. “I promise that I only take the pills if I need to,” I told him. “It’s almost empty.” “It wasn’t a full bottle.” “I don’t want to lose you,” Devrim whispered. “I almost did and it scared me shitless. Just thinking about－” He broke off, closing his eyes. I took a step closer and wrapped my arms around his waist. Devrim let out a shuddering breath as his arms slipped around me. “We can’t live forever,” I whispered. “Someday we are all going to die.”

No visible conflict. It was everything she had wanted. A world that existed without anyone controlling it. But something felt wrong. “What happens when someone dies?” Elara asked. The woman smiled. “They don't.” Elara's blood ran cold. “What?” “Nobody dies here.” Auren stepped forward. “That is impossible.” The woman shrugged. “Maybe.” Then she looked directly at Elara. “Perhaps death simply hasn't been invented yet.” Elara stared at her. “You know who I am.” The woman's smile widened.

"I'm done listening. Leave. I don't want to see you again." But Bradley stepped closer, eyes locked on mine. "What did he mean by 'losing another baby' last night?"

"We'll have children, right?" I nod. He continues, "And our children will have children too. They'll tell their children about us, whether or not we get to meet them, whether or not we are alive when they are born. Either way, our children remember us, and when they die their own children remember them. And since we pass more than just genes, we pass ideals, behaviours, morals down too. So even if all the people we've loved, all the people we've cared about don't remember us—the universe does; through our genes, our DNA, the things we did while we were here, the lives we changed. If you really, really think it through, you realize, we never truly die." He snuggles into me, his arm warm aroun

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. A pause. “He’s gone.” The words echoed. Lisha didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just stared. Ethan Cross— The man who controlled everything. The man who feared nothing. Was dead. Just like that. And in that moment no one noticed the glass of wine still trembling slightly in Lisha’s hand or the quiet storm behind her eyes. Because while the world saw shock Lisha felt something else entirely.

"We are, but there's no other choice." "It's do or die.” "As you command, ma'am." "Excellent. In that case, I can get right to the point. I'll be right there with you as we fight to the death. What's our motto, everyone?" "Never surrender! Never retreat! Never betray!" The voices reached the sky.

I mutter. “This one doesn’t end well,” he says. Then I remember something else. “Can we die?” “Of course, we can die,” he says. “How? I’m pretty sure I’ve kicked the bucket a few times now.” “What?” He looks confused by the expression. “Died,” I clarify. “To most, it would seem that we’re immortal. But we’re not. Cut off our heads, or a blow to the heart will do it, unless magic is involved.”

he's too young! Heck! I'm too young and beautiful to die! "Thanatos, do something to stop this jet! We can't die! I don't wanna die!" "We're not gonna die" "Our son... Davis.. Davis is too young.. he can't lost both his parents at such a young age.. he..." Thanatos held me tighter. "Don't think about the worst, we're not gonna die... we're gonna land safely... " "Are you kidding me?! Are you blind to see our situation.. it's confirmed.. we're gonna die!"

“Shawn, I’m coming to you with our baby.” … I was back at Shawn’s funeral when I opened my eyes again. My body felt translucent. No one could see me. But it was all right. I was dead now, which meant I could see my Shawn again. I scanned the room and searched for his presence. Finally, I saw him. He was standing beside Jenna. I instinctively rushed toward him. “Shawn, I finally found you! We’re having a baby!” However, my hands passed right through him. Shawn did not seem to hear me. He turned to comfort his grieving parents and said, “Dad, Mom, don’t cry. It’s me. I’m not dead.”

If he was even a little bit sober, he wouldn't forget how much he hated her, let alone speak to her like that. Olivia buried her head in his embrace. Sniffling and trembling, she asked, "Ethan, what would you do if I were dead?" "What are you talking about?" "Everyone dies. Everyone born into this world ages and eventually falls sick before dying. No one can escape that." "Well, then I will die with you. We will enter eternal slumber together and be laid to rest at the same place." Smiling helplessly, Olivia tightly held onto his shirt. "Nonsense. I'm sure you'll celebrate with fireworks and marry someone else the moment I pass on."