Death Invitation の小説・ストーリー

Death finally asked, his voice low and calm, though his eyes studied her with quiet calculation. Venessa’s lips curled into a sharp smile. “Dispose of it. Burn it. Bury it. I don’t care. What matters is that she is never found.” Death gave a short nod. “Understood.” He stepped out of the car, his heavy boots crunching against the gravel. Venessa didn’t wait…her engine roared to life, and she drove off into the night, leaving the air thick with exhaust and silence. The moment her taillights vanished, Death’s hand went up. One of his men emerged from the shadows, carrying Delilah in his arms like a broken doll. Her head lolled to the side, her hair spilling down, her skin pale under the dim st

"We're from the Everwood Police Department. Your husband, Chester Paget, was involved in a serious car accident last night on the Everwood section of the ring highway. He died at the scene." From the moment I saw the officers at my door, an uneasy weight had been pressing on my chest. The phrase "died at the scene" dropped like a final anchor, grounding all my swirling emotions in an instant. This moment was something I had rehearsed in my mind more times than I could count. "An accident?" Feigning shock, I froze for a moment, murmuring under my breath as I covered my face with both hands. "No… No, that's impossible…"

She turned to Abigail's brother, who was named Arnold. He inhaled deeply before responding, "I've never heard of unawakened ones marking each other, so the chances are slim. It might just be a bite mark that hasn't healed." Drew laughed lightly. "Not quite! You might be surprised, Mom. Why don’t you come and see for yourself?" he suggested, and she nodded in agreement. "Do you still have the mark from the bite?" He pulled his shirt down from his shoulder, revealing the mark. His mother gasped, and I wondered why she reacted that way. She stood up and approached us to get a closer look. "This is..." she trailed off, and I felt a wave of anxiety. "Yes, Mom, it’s exactly what you think," Drew c

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.

The gift box was still sitting on my dresser, exactly where I'd left it weeks ago. Open it alone, Elena had said. After thirty days. The thirty days had passed. The countdown she'd given me had reached zero. My hands shook as I untied the ribbon. Inside was a single sheet of paper, folded neatly. Official-looking. Stamped with a seal I didn't recognize. I unfolded it. DEATH NOTICE Elena will completely disappear from this world on Day Zero of her countdown. The Soul-Severing Ritual has been scheduled and confirmed. By the time this notice is read, Elena will no longer exist.

He was standing in a crowded subway station, looking nervously over his shoulder. ​"The first target," I whispered. ​"His name is Miller," a voice echoed in the room. It didn't come from a speaker; it came from the air itself. "He escaped the Seventh Life. He carries a fragment of the Void in his chest. Collect the fragment. Erase the vessel." ​The image flickered and died. The heat in my wrist vanished, leaving behind a dull ache. ​"Erase the vessel?" I looked at Julian, my stomach churning. "They want us to kill him."

"We can't freely change our teammates once the teams have been formed. Unless… All your teammates are already gone?" Frank didn't reply. "Forget it. Let's do our best to survive the next three days," I added. I could see Frank typing for a long time. Finally, he replied, "Will you team up with me if all my teammates are gone?" I didn't reply and quietly watched the screen. Ten minutes later, the group chat was flooded with notifications, informing the remaining survivors that several players had died. All of Frank's teammates had been eliminated. Frank immediately sent a request to team up with me. "I've done it! They're all dead. Hurry and accept my request!"

“Peters will call when the official death certificate is filed. After that, there’s no going back.” Blair squeezed back. “Then let’s do this.” Roman’s phone buzzed, looking. “Peters sent me a link to the media release.” Opening it, he showed her. It was a news alert: “Local Woman Dies from Injuries Sustained in Car Crash.” “Well,” she said, staring at her own obituary. “I guess I’m officially dead now.” The room fell silent as they all processed the reality of what they’d just set in motion.

[Host has suffered catastrophic injustice: deprivation of dignity and theft of achievement. [Current unfairness count: 3/3.] [Judgment confirmed. Death program initiating.] [Brain-death countdown: 10 minutes.]

"Your mother was a casualty. Collateral damage if you will. And you, sweetheart, are about to be yet another." "Ginevra, enough!" Father yelled suddenly, then turned to me, a small breath escaping him. "Your mother died due to an accident." "Because they blocked every path in the city! Because they took the sick man who agreed to donate his heart! Are you really going to overlook that?" "Yes," he said simply, like he was answering to something as simple as wanting extra sugar with his customary afternoon tea. "Dad," I said, my voice low.