What Death Taught Me Manhwa Novels & Stories

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 @

When it was done, I packed my things and left for Germany— an order from Thanatos. a new place, a new death, a new beginning. Thanatos wasn’t distant. Sometimes, he appeared beside me. He taught me the language of the dying, the whispers between heartbeats. He spoke of balance, of why not all deaths are tragedies. I grew to respect him, even care for him in some strange way. He reminded me of a father I never had—stern, wise, yet strangely kind.

That said, I exerted an immense effort to try to remember who I was, and I didn't remember anything at all, I just remembered my name and how I died, what I was, or about my relatives I don't remember anything at all. "You don't remember anything do you? It is because when I saved your life, you had already died in the world of humans and turning you into my chalice was the only way to save you, so you owe me submission, you owe me my life and it is only fair that you be grateful to me " the truth was told cruelly and my chest ached at that moment "our souls are now intertwined, by life and death!" He said with a morbid look, I could only think of what I just heard!