What Is Worse Than Death Novels & Stories

LORENA 2 years later Sometimes, death is better than staying alive. In death, you can feel no pain, no shattering of your heart, and no need to cry every night before sleeping and every morning after waking up. In death, there’s finally peace. No more running, suffering, and having to witness your heart being split open while hopelessly watching. Like every morning, I jolt awake after the same mixture of nightmares. My shirt clings to my back with sweat, and my hair feels damp.

“Because the journey matters more than the destination. Because the experience matters more than the ending. Because living fully for ten years is better than existing forever without living.” “You are lying! You are trying to convince me that existence is good when death proves it is terrible! When the ending proves that nothing is superior! When erasure proves the First Dark is correct!” Hope rose toward the ceiling. Agitated. Desperate. “I should go back now. Should tell the First Dark to erase everything immediately. Should end this cruel experiment called existence before more beings suffer like this! Before more consciousness is tortured with temporary being followed by permanent nothi

“It reminds me that although we are powerful, in the end, we all meet death. So we have to cherish the life in front of us. Live without a care.” I couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled out of me. “That’s rich coming from you.” Kade smiled, then shrugged. “Maybe having a near death experience changed my perspective.” “You weren’t going to die.” I retorted dryly. “You’re right.” He saud. “My wolf woukd have been gone. That’s worse than death.”

You find the truth in the words that I just said. For death is real hell, worse than any life can serve. Is death real hell? End of good destiny, pain and anguish at its swell. Death is real hell, my friend. Do not panic. Do not self-injure. Do not overreact. Do not shout. You are never heard by any man or any woman as you should sound. Be silent and suffer least as you divert each day your mind to ease. Death doesn’t help. Do you kill your body’s single cell in pain of world? Do not forget to exist.

Her expressions were neutral, with no sign of pain or regret at this point. She couldn’t endure this pain now and felt like it was better to end it forever. There seemed to be no reason to live on for. No person to be happy for. No one wanted her or would be sad if she died.

The sound echoed across the arena. The lights flashed white. The cheers turned into gasps. Nathan’s knees buckled. The last thing he saw before everything went black was the en dless sea of faces screaming, panicking, crying—and the world spinning out of focus. And then...... nothing.

he responded and my frowned deepened. I chuckled bitterly as I remembered how I died, or how I almost died. What death is more painful than that ? Getting pushed into the ocean to drown by your mate who has just regected you. That is the most painful death. There is no other thing that kills a wolf more than the betrayal of your mate. What other way will they try to kill me that I have would hurt more than that ? "I told you, I don't know what you are talking about, I have no idea what is going on right now" I tried to make he understand but he was adamant.

Crystal countered back. I pursed my lips and shrugged. "I think the worst way to die is when you do not know about it. Like dying in one's sleep. You know when they're stabbed, butchered, jump off a plane, or are involved in an accident, they have that whole my-life-is-flashing-in-front-of-my-eyes moment but when they die of no cause at all, it's worse." They all stared at me like another head had sprouted out of the side of my neck like a blooming rose. "Damn," Crystal said. "That's kind of deep-ish."

Then he realized he was crying. The worst punishment in the world was not loving a dead woman. It was loving a living one who would never, ever be yours again.

I warned him. "Then go ahead and lose your temper!" He said, with the look on his face, I could tell he wasn't afraid at all. "Don't you dare push me to the wall," I warned him against. "What's worse than death?" He asked me. Was he serious? I guessed the silver mile was worse than death – no werewolf would ever want to be taken there. "The silver mile," I told him. "And you think I'm afraid of going there?" He scoffed.