Will All Might Die Novels & Stories

It’s not just that I’ve manifested the power of my family’s crest on day one. I saw a corpse. Someone catastrophically important will die during the next Mortal Verse games and Solantis will go to war.

[Primus] It has been three days since I felt my mate die. As I move through my day every moment I felt bleeding through our bond replays in my mind, unforgettable in horror. She died scared and alone, burned alive on a throne of gold, unable to fight for herself or our little ones nestled deep inside her as they burned to a crisp all for the sake of her power-thirsty sisters and their unrelenting desire to rule the world. They will die first.

The hulking weretics roamed their killing ground, grazing like cattle. The palace gates opened, probably expecting the tributes to file in. There were no tributes left. “It will begin soon,” said David with a sneer. “The death throes of the Masters. They will finally know what it means to die.” Mandy, who had been watching the mayhem with her hand over her mouth, partly in shock, partly to stop herself throwing up, spun around. “What about Cheng?” “All of them will die tonight,” said David. “All of them.”

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

“You just lost your throne.” Death gave a faint smile. “I expected this possibility.” “Did you?” “Yes.” Kieran’s voice grew harsh. “You built the system that now wants to erase you.” “That is correct.” I felt my heart pounding harder. “What happens if it succeeds?” Death answered quietly. “Then the universe will have no final authority.” Kieran frowned. “That sounds like chaos.” Death shook his head slightly. “No.” “What then?” “Pure algorithmic control.” The words made my skin crawl. No gods.

The shouts grew louder, and the struggle grew worse as no one could get closer. “I don’t know. No one can stop it except the wielder. It’s going to keep sucking everyone energy and power here until they die.” ‘Everyone?’ Layla gasped, turning around, and her eyes widened as people began dropping to the ground one by one. Red, glowing streaks crept on their skin, and their mouths hung open, pouring out foam. ‘But Alaric and Zayne are here. Eleanor, Pyro, Sylvan, Felix, and a good amount of the rebels are here too. Does this mean they’re all going to… to… die?’

“Rest all is nothing. Nothing substitutes life ever again. I repeat: We stand tall against the disease that causes death of the human race. We will not die with ease. We won’t accept our end. Hey! Gods, if you cannot fight for us, we will break the limits of human trends and fight back. Fight back on face of every illness that repeats in the human race. We cannot die with grace, for we can only live for praise, with praise.” “Each day, each of these days, we will excel, excel beyond the grip of death over our neck, over our face. Hey Gods, if you cannot fight for our lives, we will still not give disease a place. Death has no place, for death has no place in him who decides her own ways, her

“Y-You can’t die! Not like this!” “I-It’s over now, Mallory. You’re the one who brought yourself into this m-mess.” Madison said weakly. Farkas came to her to help her to stand up. “T-The battle between immortals has ended. I-It started with you, and will only e-end with you.” Mallory turned to ashes and perished. Just like that, her evilness ended. The superiors won and lived in a safe environment after the inferior leader died.

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”