What Death Taught Me Manhwa Novels & Stories

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 may have died once, but that doesn’t mean I would want to die twice! “I’m so sorry, Xiao,” it was The8’s words that made her feel the weakness she thought she already conquered before. As she had realized upon receiving the privileges of being a Soulwaker, thinking that her life would drastically change, she never thought that she’d feel weak once again. Now that another predicament was being forced upon her, she thought she would be facing it with full courage this time. Thinking that she already had faced death, she thought that things will be different for her from then on. But actually, nothing has changed. I’m still the same Xiao Lee Tatsunumi. The same girl who’s a coward. The same g

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.

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.

They did not dare to hastily pluck the flower because the man would instantly die once the flower wilted. Suddenly, a breeze swept them. The safflower shook a little in the wind and slowly left the man's chest like it had a wisdom of its own. It dissolved into dust along with the wind while the eyes of the man gradually lost all life. There were now fresh layers of black Qi on his face. It was Death Qi! It was a very dense Death Qi! Others would not have been able to see this Death Qi yet Xiao Chen could. His heart jumped in surprise and he suddenly recalled the two people at the tavern earlier.

* Kazuha didn't want to think about it but now that the information is clear, she pushed back and channel her rage into her power. Kurahashi Natsume is dead. The words echoed into her mind but she has no time to mourn. She grit her teeth as she grabbed a naginata and rush into battle with newfound adrenaline and immediately started slashing out many weaker ones. She will live and fight all these bastards. Despite D-class being here, their teachers are not. It would turn the tide of the battle with their unique abilities. It is because they are all busy in the mainland. Kazuha has many teachers and not a singular one like Cai Kang or self-taught like Ryosuke.

"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."

If he hadn't used her in his stupid little rebellion, she would still be alive. So he buried himself in guilt. Punished himself with it. He hated the prophecy. But more than the prophecy, he hated himself. And when he died, that was relief I'd seen in his eyes. My breath went shallow. The memory came back—the iron smell of his blood, sweeping through me again. "Aria. Aria!" His voice yanked me out. I looked up at him as if waking from a dream. There was something in my eyes I didn't realize was there.

Killian Dante's name didn't just carry fear across Deadmoo due to his extraordinary fighting skill but also because he could resurrect the dead which was why he was given the name— THE MIRACLE HAND. Something flickered across his face. Subtle Somber. The quiet old man that taught him everything and disappeared one night till this moment. Master Chen. Everyone called him a creep because he never related with anyone in the prison, always sitting quietly at the corner counting beads with head down. But Killian saw him differently. Master Chen taught him everything: Martial arts that the world had completely forgotten, medical knowledge that modern ideology couldn't explain and survival training