Your Already Dead In Japanese Novels & Stories

There was not a single conniving bone in his body, and while he was very civilian-like, Zen did not waver or back down when he made up his mind. They called her the Death Princess because she killed without mercy. Akiko Kanzaki was born and raised to be the perfect death machine. However, she wavered in front of her death. The first death she experienced in this game rendered her cold with dread. She saw the fear in the eyes of her targets when she visited. She experienced the fear of dying in her harsh training. However, dying in the dungeon was different from those. Each time she woke up to a white ceiling, she questioned herself. “How do you find so much joy in dying?”

“Unlike others, I’ve never really believed that you were dead, Kitagawa. In my line, you can never be too certain of an individual’s death.” Ryuou narrowed his eyes slightly at Kenji. His words from earlier…there was an underlying meaning to it. “So you knew that I was still alive, did you, Ani[2]?” “Don’t call me that.” Kenji hissed, sounding like an angry snake. “You’ve lost your right to call me that a long time ago.” He glared at Ryuou with a look that is enough to send any sane person running as fast as they could in the opposite direction. But unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how one tends to look at it, Ryuou Kitagawa isn’t just anyone. “You are no brother of mine, Kami!”

"Shelly, it wasn't supposed to be like this—" She thought I was dead. She thought she'd lost me, so she took her own life. I had killed her. "Alpha!" The Beta burst into the room, his eyes widening at the blood and debris. "What are you doing?" "She thought I was dead!" I looked up, my eyes filled with a desperate madness. "She thought she lost me, so she—" I couldn't finish the sentence. "Alpha, you need to calm down—" "CALM DOWN?" I let out a wild, hoarse laugh. "I killed my mate," I choked out, the words like acid in my throat. "I killed her with my own two hands."

Jack goes rigid, his chest hollowing as the words echo through the air. Dead. The Alpha King?

Its destined to happen one day, God had to do this today, In this period of gloom and grief, Stay strong and please don't weep, Loved ones can come back in our life, I know it's really difficult to survive, But, stay strong! "Loved ones can comeback to our life? What did it mean?" Dean asked confused as well. "I don't know but are you sure that Aya is dead? Didn't cremation happen when we were in the morgue? Maybe someone took her to revive her." Yohan sarcastic reply. I will never get anything out of this person. Maybe even if you ask 1+1 it will still say that there is no equal.

he answered me. Now I understand why he didn't react when Sushi called me mistress, because he didn't really understand anything that Sushi said. Sushi is using a different language, but why does it seem normal to me, apart from being a bit strange and too formal? Sometimes I just can't understand Sushi because it's too deep and his words make me dizzy. "Necromancers...they talk to the dead, am I right?" I confirmed with him.

She has no idea that that's what I've been struggling with this whole time. "The thing about me is, if I were to go over there now, as I am, they'd know something was up. My status over there is deceased; dead. I died trying to pass my Testing, even though it went nothing like how it was supposed to be for anyone else." I scrubbed my face, trying to regain feeling in my right hand. "So you're a bit like someone else I know." the girl says instead, and I freeze. "What do you mean?" I ask instead. "One of my friends went through the System and the Testing just like you. And she's still alive."

Mom blurted out, "And what about you? What about you? You've loved Oscar for years." The whole table was still reeling. They all turned to look at me, expressions impossible to read. I held up the reassignment letter and smiled. "I've accepted a posting from the alliance. I'm transferring to Cero City." Cero City was the crossroads connecting every pack. No alpha ruled it. Only the alliance delegation operated out of there. It was the default location for council summits. It was also the place where Oscar had died trying to save me. In my last life, I'd received the same letter. I turned it down.

His eyelids were twitching constantly, but even so, he remained completely motionless inside the coffin. I couldn't help but wonder if Mom and Dad, who were lying next to him and faking their deaths as well, would become so enraged that they would sit up. After all, they were hearing their worthless daughter slap their precious son. In the meantime, the onlookers, who were shocked by my reaction, quickly stepped in to hold me back. I took the opportunity to bury my face in Lucy Hall's, my neighbor's, shoulder. "Why did I have to be the one left alive, Lucy? Mom and Dad are gone, and Draco is dead, too. How did the Lancaster family—?"

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.