What Death Taught Me Manhwa Novels & Stories

The night before I awaken my wolf form, my parents host an apology live stream on my behalf. They train the camera on my face and force me to confess that I tried to kill my younger sister, Daisy Clifford, in the fire seven years ago. They want me to claim that I did it by deliberately locking Daisy in her room. My father, Henry Clifford, bellows at me before the audience, "If you still refuse to apologize to Daisy, get out of this house right now!" Daisy cries so hard that she can't catch her breath. "Katherine, I just want justice…" My mother, Rose Miller, glares vehemently at me as she hugs Daisy. My eldest brother, Hans Clifford, shreds all my capes in front of all the werewolves w

That was until I saw her getting cornered by a girl one day. I knew who that girl was. Her name was Layla Larson. She was considered one of the most promising students in the School of Arts. She tried pursuing me previously, but I had ignored her. I saw that Layla pushed Hazel onto the floor and stepped on the stumps of her fingers forcefully. "You useless wench, you still haven't given up yet? You can't even use your hands anymore, but you're still holding onto those dreams?" Hazel just lay on the floor without saying anything.

Back at home, I found myself lamenting the few thousand dollars we’d spent that evening, only to get dragged away after barely two minutes of fun. I couldn’t hide my dismay as I sighed dramatically. Julius frowned at me. “What’s this? Feeling regretful?” I froze, shaking my head furiously. “No way! Not at all!” “Good,” he said with a sly smile. “Because I’ve decided to teach you a little lesson—something to keep you too busy to ever think about looking at anyone else.” My heart skipped a beat, but before I could protest, his lips silenced me. That night, I paid dearly for my escapade. I was left sore and utterly exhausted by morning.

With one last glance at Dan, I smiled bitterly, embracing darkness and death, with the sound of machines that signified my death accompanying me. I'm coming back for you, ex-mate! ***** Khaleesi’s Pov; I never really understood the concept of death coming and going, taking whoever she wanted anytime she pleased. Each time I was unfortunate enough to witness the death of others, only one question kept lingering in my mind - Did they ever have a choice? Were they given an opportunity? I guess not because as I laid on the all too familiar bed, listening to the sound of machines get louder than before, it seemed to me like they weren't really given an opportunity. The ward had become colder and

He lived in agony, tormented by illness and haunted by memories of me. As for me, my body grew more and more transparent. I took one last lingering look at the world I once cherished. “Goodbye, my brothers. I’m going to a world where you don’t exist.”

"Stop, please!!" I begged for my life as I struggled with all my might, desperate for air. But the more I struggled, the stronger they held me under the water. I was going to die... like really going to die. Drowning wasn't the way I thought I would go. I could feel my life slipping away from my grasp. Everything began to fade away and turn black. The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body.

"You want me to kill you." "I want you to be capable of killing me. There's a difference." His smile returned, sharper now. "The final technique I'll teach you is shadow death. The ability to erase someone from existence,not just kill their body, but unravel their magic, their legacy, their very presence in the world." He paused. "Learn it. Master it. And when the time comes,when I've become too dangerous, too corrupted, too lost in my own darkness,you'll be strong enough to stop me."

Dain’s aloof exterior failed, and the shadows still wrapped around his arms and neck bristled. It was his dead, lightless eyes that healed first, and stared at us as the rest of him caught up. “That’s right, it’s going to take a lot more than a few angry shadows to kill me.” His laugh grew stronger as the flesh around his throat and mouth began to heal. “I met Death not that long ago and as it turns out, he doesn’t want me…but he’s very much interested in you.”

so I decided to die i know what I wanted to do is wrong but now I really dont have courage to live I always used to think how a person can end their life easily today I understood how it feels to be alive when we are already dead inside i wanted to see my prince for last time but I can't I know it so I took sleeping tablets and cutted my wrist iam shocked of my daring nature because I get scared of a injection but today I got dare to cut my wrist I know iam doing wrong but I have no other option I cant live like a living dead body blood started passing from my hand my eyes getting closed due to dizziness because of excessive sleeping tablets I only remember my head touched ground that's it @

I was just waiting for my death, that was the end of me, dead in a little busy street, with no hope of being found. But suddenly in the dark something caught my eye, someone was behind my stalker, someone who seemed to belong to the night world, his claws were sharp and his fangs ready to attack, and with one movement his hand crossed his body making it fall right next to me, I couldn't observe anything anymore, my eyes couldn't stay open any longer, my last memory was of being held in my arms by the person who saved my life and that's when my eyes they went through the dark.