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Angel Of Death (On Hold)

cookie-monster22

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Reads 5,079
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Parts 9
Time 1h 5m

cookie-monster22

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angel death grimreaper love mystery

I'm the poison people are searching for when they want to die a fast and painless death. I am death it self. All it takes is one touch.
The only thing I have ever wanted was a cure for my deadly gift.  I am different from my kind. 
Havoc Dusk Morient isn't like the other gifted people around her. She is the only one of the two of her kind left but she doesn't know that. 
She's just a painless suicide to everyone but the other of her kind.All Rights Reserved

angel death grimreaper love mystery

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Trail of Ashes by sammiecraw

Emptiness is mostly all Henley feels. She's had a hard life and she knows her time is almost up. But her world changes when she finds the ashes. Trails of ashes start showing up in her room and on her clothes. When she tries to touch them they disappear in her grasp. Someone or something is haunting her. But what if that thing is what she's been calling to all along?

Specter by flawedjay

life asked death, why do people love me, but hate you? death responded because you are a beautiful lie and I'm a painful truth.

Without You by rainbowwearshop

Seventeen-year-old Amore Santi's world unravels after a devastating loss that splits her family apart. As her friendship with her childhood friend Azriel Martinez begins to fall apart, he starts to feel more like a threat than a friend. When Amore finds new love, she discovers a sense of hope and happiness. Yet, her unresolved past with Azriel lingers, forcing her to confront her fears and desires as she searches for healing. "Breathe," he says. "Just breathe." I listen. Because I don't know what else to do, I hold onto him like my life depends on it because it feels like it does. I hate what happened to me. What keeps happening to me. Everywhere I go fear follows me, pain, loneliness. I just want to feel safe again. Start date: October 1st End date: Novenber 8th @ADLYfamily

Death's Final Tolling (Mlp Human Fanfic Book 4) by h00daman

life asked death "why do people love me, but hate you?" death replies "because you're a beautiful lie, and i'm the painful truth" All their pain, all their suffering, was all a dream, or was it?, rainbow thinks she's escaped death's clutches, but she's only entered back to her hellish nightmare, will she and the crew survive Death's Final Tolling?

Abigail by The_LP_Soldier

She is everyone, and no one. She doesn't even have a name, because every day she is in a new life. She doesn't know who she is...or was. All she knows is the pain of these other girls, these living girls, the suffering girls. She wants to know who she really is...but what will it take to find out? WARNING: This novella contains rape, bullying, suicide, abuse, self-harm, and other sensitive elements.

The experiment. by shrosz

They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

Til Death Tears Me Apart Once Again [Discontinued] by Neverxinagain

"If I'm going to die anyway, there's no point in trying to live." A typical reincarnated into a villainess story, except the protagonist isn't your typical 'I want my happy ending protagonist', but a death seeker. XX 《'Til Death Tears Me Apart, I Will Always Love You》is a very successful otome game. As much praise and admiration the game recieves, it is also, however, notorious for being absurdly difficult. One wrong step and the player would be drowning in an ocean of death flags, for both the Heroine and the Capture Targets. Anything short of perfection wouldn't even get the player a glimpse of a happy ending for the Capture Target the player chose. Enter me; Just a simple, normal girl reincarnated into a game as dangerous as that, as the villainess no less. Destined to die no matter what, I think there's no point in me trying to fight fate. If I'm going to die regardless, might as well die sooner rather than later. But that desire for death causes more than just a few changes to the definite plot; From little ones that have no effect at all, to life changing ones that may destroy the world of Arraxus. So the God of the world makes a deal with me: They'll give me a peaceful and happy afterlife, as long as I get a happy ending for myself. "Let the game begin!" -- Discontinued.

The Gift of Gulit by AspectsEric

Who am I? A murderer, a mistake, a fucking disgrace. I killed them both and it was all of my fault. The guilt is eating me alive. My thoughts are controlling my every move, every sleepless night, and every day of my life is lived in paranoia of hurting the people I love. But now I have no one except my brother, other than that it's just me. Me and my fucked up thoughts and my haunting nightmares that etch their way into my mind day and night eating me alive, leaving me with the endless gift I keep receiving. That gift, it's the gift of guilt, and I'm drowning in it.

Hidden Darkness by Shekha925

Karma woke up in an alleyway covered in her blood, and filled with immense pain. She had no idea how she ended up there, and she had no idea where she was. It was her first time on Earth from what she remembered. After arriving into a convenient store she met a humble guy that welcomed her into his home. She soon discovered the feeling of pain, betrayal, love and suffering. *This is an ongoing story. I will post a new chapter everyday*

Attempt (Currently being edited) by vintagevw

When you die, you arent really sure what is after it. For Adelaide, having killed herself, finds herself in a totally different world. But this isnt the happy life after death, its the decision before death. Adelaide must watch as the people around her, people she least expected, are affected by her death, then she must choose whether or not she wants to follow through with her death. Its a lot harder than Adelaide ever thought death would be like, so in the end will it be, just an Attempt.

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Trail of Ashes

Emptiness is mostly all Henley feels. She's had a hard life and she knows her time is almost up. But her world changes when she finds the ashes. Trails of ashes start showing up in her room and on her clothes. When she tries to touch them they disappear in her grasp. Someone or something is haunting her. But what if that thing is what she's been calling to all along?