We Never Die Novels & Stories

Under their reprimands, I walked into the operating room without hesitation. Anesthesia was injected into my body. I could clearly feel the cold blade of the scalpel cutting through me. At the same time, the system's final countdown echoed in my ears. "Five… four… three… two… one…" "Host erasure complete." In my next life, I never want to meet them again.

I said conversationally, “you’d be dead before your brain even knew what hit it. It’s funny, really. Just one soft push, and your blood flow would be interrupted, oxygen cutting off.” “W-What—” I smiled wider. “Yup, as easy as that.” She stared at me, frozen but I could feel the tremor in her pulse under my fingers. Alive. Stupidly alive. “We humans are ridiculous,” I said softly. “Even after dying, we still find ways to fear death.” Her eyes darted to the side, searching for something so I leaned closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m not going to kill you. The game won’t let me, remember?”

“When we go to the mall, there are playgrounds there—you can play anytime you want.” “Really, Mama? Yay! Grandma, did you hear that? But what about Grandma and Grandpa here, Mama?” “We’ll come back again, Sweetheart.” “Alright then, let’s eat before the food gets cold.”

I give my palm a little pinch. “Uhm, yeah, bye,” I barely mutter as I make my way through the exit. It isn't until I'm in the cab to Rose's place that I feel myself again. *** “Why are we here?“ I deadpan. Rose gives me the most sheepish smile as she turns her whole body to me. “You wouldn't come if I told you what it was,” My eyes flickered to the banner behind her. GreenHigh 2015 set reunion. I physically hold myself from reaching out to rub my temples.

Alive. I never want to let go.

Not even if I die. Never.

If I did it once, who says I can't do it again? Loves that kill never die.

"We are, but there's no other choice." "It's do or die.” "As you command, ma'am." "Excellent. In that case, I can get right to the point. I'll be right there with you as we fight to the death. What's our motto, everyone?" "Never surrender! Never retreat! Never betray!" The voices reached the sky.

“Then how do you know what side you’re on is the right side?” “Because,” I replied, “We have people well over the age of 25 living in our communities. Death has been a rarity for us. And we all have powers.” I let the sentence hang between us for a few moments, giving it a chance to sink in. “No.” S breathed in shock. “No, that’s not possible.” “Believe it,” Jax said lightly. “It’s true.” “It can’t be. They die by 25. We have funerals for them. Each time it’s between 22-25.” She sounded slightly panicked.