What Is Worse Than Death Novels & Stories

“Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?” “True, on the surface it sounds like that. But I told you about the curse and being near death.” His eyes got sad and he absently shook his head. “There are things worse than your own death, Pup,” he said sadly. “It doesn’t matter the method, evil is evil. We’re forced to do things that we don’t want to do. Things we don’t think are the right thing to do, but they’re right at the time.”

he snarled. “That’s what you want to believe? Fine. I guess that means I have it coming now too. Go ahead, tear out my heart, it’s already dead anyway” I said genuinely, meaning every word because death’s rather merciful compared to what he’s capable of doing to me as punishment for trying to kill him. There’re things a lot worse and scarier than death, believe me I’d know because I’ve already lived them and I do not wish on experiencing them again especially by him, my mate.

But he knew he couldn't do that now. 'There are worse things you can give to them than death. If they die instantly, they will only feel the pain once. What we need to do is to kill their soul . . . until they'll wish they had died instead of being alive.' The Queen never fails to remind them, that what they're doing right now is the best thing.

hurt worse? Shit, she could have died. She could have actually died with this plan. And the thought hit me harder than I expected. The weight of it was suffocating. I wasn’t ready to lose her. I wasn’t ready to face what my life would be like without her in it. Just imagining it sent a cold rush through my body like someone had poured ice water down my spine. The very idea of it... that kind of loss. It was unfathomable.

I opened my eyes fully and looked down at the sweet child peeking sleepily up at me. "You hurted my daddy," Miguel mumbled in confusion. My heart dropped and I shook my head. I wasn't completely responsible for their deaths. I mean their father died in the stupid Iraq war and their blonde haired mother hung herself after getting the news. I dealt with death but not the way the individual died, that was solely on those fate bitches. "This is bullshit, let's go, don't ever forget about me little man, we will meet again in the future, this I swear," I growled. I moved him off me, patting his head sweetly and hurried past Maria cursing me while holding a cross up at me.

The idea of dying... it's like staring into a dark abyss, wondering what lies beyond. Am I ready for it? Is anyone ever truly prepared to let go of everything they know? It's as if life is this intricate tapestry, woven with memories, experiences, and dreams, and death is that final thread that could unravel it all. I've heard people say that death gives life meaning. That the inevitability of our mortality forces us to seize the fleeting moments and savor them. Is that why we laugh, love, and strive to make a mark? To counteract the impending darkness?

“Do you know what hurts most?” I shook my head. “The betrayal of your loved one, the one whom you trust if that person stabs you in the back, was worse than death. A dead person had a place in the afterlife, but a living corpse had nowhere to go. They get stuck in this world, which made it hard to survive among the living.” She laughed and sat on the bed. She wiped her tears with her bare hand and looked at me, smiling.

I ask, making sure she understands she can’t not share something because she doesn’t like it. “Well, there is one other option. It’s much faster and just as efficient, but much more dangerous.” She breathes, insecurity and worry written on her face. I wait for her to continue, after a few composing breaths she does. “The other option is to drain her from all her blood and pump new, fresh blood in just as fast. We need to stop her heart in order to do so and she will medically be dead for a few minutes. I do not want to do this if I don’t have to but will if I need to. See it as a last resort.” She says in a soft tone. My face pales when she continues. “The change of losing her in the procedu

"Mocheng, what nonsense are you talking about? Why would Kexin kill anyone?" "If you continue to spoil her so much, she might do something that’s even worse than murder!" The one thing more dreadful than murder was torture, because it made a person feel as though they were better off dead! Killing people was simply a matter of drawing blood, but torture was much more ruthless.

“What?” “I’ve seen what loss does to people, Sofia,” he said. “There’s no greater pain on this earth than losing one of those four people. I know what it’s like to feel like the world should just stop, and like there’s nothing worth living for anymore. But I promise you, death is never a solution. That peace you’re looking for, you’re not going to find it buried six feet under.”