Yu-gi-oh Death Novels & Stories

How fitting, I thought bitterly. “More often than not the Death card isn’t about the literal death of a person. It may represent the death of something else. Perhaps a relationship, or part of yourself. The scythe cuts away the chords that bind us to the past. It encourages one to press forward without fear, reminding us that when all is lost, we truly have nothing left to lose.” I shifted in my seat, hiding my discomfort behind a mask of calm indifference. “I suppose that makes sense.” Zuri hummed her agreement, then flipped the second card over.

I THOUGHT I WAS PREPARED TO SEE THAT, BUT IT WASN'T THE CASE. I should have seen it coming. It wasn't as shocking as Avy's death, but still. Daisuke Maël Maximillian. The great Prince between the greatest. It was his dagger that killed me. I don't know exactly how it happened. How I got attacked, but it was his dagger and pretty much his doing. But the worst part is: I'll die in two years.

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

How did the wind blow it over when it was so heavy? Soon, my consciousness began to fade, and my eyelids grew heavier. I slowly collapsed into the pool of blood, my heartbeat slowing as time passed. I could feel my vitality slipping away. Before I died, I managed to dial a number, and I heard the sound of the door unlocking from the fingerprint lock. I assumed it was Harvey, but my eyelids no longer could stay open, fluttering shut eventually. But at my very last moment, I heard a phone ringing—and it was gradually closing in.

It was William, the Alpha from the Ice Plains Pack, standing behind me. His voice was filled with sorrow, "When you sent him to the Ice Plains, I knew he died painfully. But I didn’t expect... A ten-year-old cub, betrayed by his pack, mauled by lone wolves, abandoned by his father... and forced to watch himself bleed to death." Andrew's final memories were of waiting for death. Even if I had reached him in time, I wouldn’t have been able to save him because the only crystal healing chamber had been taken over by Lucas.

“But don't worry! Dying is the first step.” Dead? My blood ran cold. He smirked. “Just don’t do it again.” “This is nonsense. I refuse to listen. Let me out of this fucking insane bus,” I yelled, hitting the metal ground with my right foot. The man was too cold. Too cold to the point you could not look into his eyes for too long. As if he was a grim reaper. “It’s too late. The game has already been activated, and you have been registered as a player.” His voice was too quiet. Too hazardous.

DEATH; DEATH IS an enchantress. Whether you’re young or old; rich or poor; there will come a day when be ensnared by it and succumb to the grave, eventually. The love could’ve been looming over your cotton-soft heart since your birth, or an acquired intimacy for it one day while sat in the wool; for as long as one had as ever trod shoe-leather.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

“All right, the video is over. Today’s execution live broadcast officially begins. Since you like to cut other people’s internal organs so much, then this game is very suitable for you. The name of the game is ‘The Scales of Death.’ In Egyptian mythology, the god of death, Anubis, would weigh the heart of the dead after a person died. If the heart was heavier than a feather, then it would be devoured by the monster. The rule of the game is different. See the scale in front of you? The scale is tilted now. There are two wires at the ends of the scale. You can put anything you have into the glass beaker of the scale. It can be internal organs, eyeballs, or blood. There is a round wheel device

Enzo laughs and I join him, shaking my head. “I keep telling you I’m not the same flowery teenage girl you grew up with, Caleb. His death is mine. It’s as simple as that.” I shrug, not giving them the choice, and they all know it. “How will you do it?” James asks. “We have him sitting on the stage, so he can approve of the union. I will slit his throat when he stands over us, giving us approval.” “The blessing of our union comes before the marking,” James complains.