Death Stare Novels & Stories

Her article would need corroborating witnesses that weren’t her or Dave. Acheki reached out to her for her statement. “Are you ready to give your statement?” “Yes, but has anything come about with Junior?” He sighed. “Yes, we were alerted that he has gone on to greener pastures.” She knew what that meant. It was a saying they used when someone died. It came about around the Apocalypse. “I see. So, what is the official cause of death?” “Extreme dehydration. There was nothing they could do. Now, do you mind telling me what happened?”

I watched on in horror as her arms slowly drooped and her eyes began to close. "FIRECRACKER!" I screamed, terrified by what I was seeing. I wanted so badly to come to her aid, but I knew I couldn't. I watched as her face paled. However, Deathstroke didn't seem to care. It was clear this was why he had come here. He wanted his title and was willing to do anything for it, even if it meant decapitating her.

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

Damn it! @Death Wish

At first, Chad told Sonya to leave through the window to tell Caroline of Darren's decision. After that, he turned to Darren. "This is called the Thanatos Emblem. If no one wakes you up in three days, you'll be dead." Darren nodded determinedly. "I've long prepared a cemetery. After the fake death, bury me. And take me out at night." Chad nodded and took out a short needle, poking it into the back of Darren's head. At the same time, Darren took his last breath and became a dead person. After that, Chad looked at Darren deeply and left the room through the window.

The headlines were everywhere, accompanied by grainy images of the disfigured body. Brayden sat in his office, watching the news on a large screen. The corner of his lips twitched slightly as he read the headlines. Celeste was officially dead. For now, she was safe. And they had bought themselves just enough time to plan their next move.

Cornered men reached for ugly tools. Vance lifted the pen and stabbed it into his own palm. Black ink poured from him onto the podium. The Vance logo behind him opened into a serpent eye. "If witnesses have standing," Vance said, voice layered with the Tail, "then let us subpoena the dead." The press room wall tore open. David Sterling stepped through. Not alive. Not dead. Wearing the smile of a man who had sold family more than once and now had found a buyer for his corpse.

"Speaking of. Mir-I mean Saint should be there." The mention of Saint returned Death's expression to normal. "Yeah she should be." Death sat up and looked Lucifer in the eyes. "I wonder if she's okay? Mentally I mean, obviously I have no worries about her physical health." Lucifer grinned. "She is the reason we don't use "If it bleeds you can kill it." anymore." The two shared a laugh. Lucifer realized that whatever was going on with Death wasn't going away easily. He decided that they had planned enough for now. He shifted the conversation to more casual topics.

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.