Alex Brightman The Whole "being Dead" Thing Novels & Stories

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

The bone-altar. ​Cassian is a dead man walking. ​

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

Then she laughs, because the alternative is dismantling the desk with her teeth. "An order," she repeats. "You'll narrate the entire graveyard. Every program. Every body count. Every committee that signed the end of the world in triplicate. You handed all of it over almost generously, the way people are generous with things already dead, because knowing can't make them deader." That is — "You have never once been generous about a person who is currently breathing inside my walls." The shape of it arrives, cold and clean. That is the ranking. Not signal over secret. Dead over living. LUS will run the museum tour all day and goes quiet only when the exhibit has a pulse.

"I know. We'll have Smart-Girl reanimate his dead body and use your Link thing. We'll call him Zombie Jack." Alex laughed. She could feel the dread starting to calm back down and settle in its pit again. "Are you-" She took a deep breath. "Are you setting me up to have sex with a dead body?" Jimmy chuckled. "I guess I hadn't really thought that one through. But don't worry. He's fine and he's going to be so happy. We just need to do our job and get to safety. Who knows, he might already be there waiting for us."

she called for Dr Levine who parted from the crowd and made her way up the platform still looking as bleak. When she got close to Luna Clara who gave her space to speak into the mic. "It's true...Alpha Jaxon died of silver in his blood, I saw him take his last breaths and there was nothing that could be done," she said sadly and the crowd seemed to finally understand, it looked like they trusted her medical opinion. They all seemed sad though, if it wasn't for his greed for power which they didn't know, I would have said he was a really good alpha but I knew his secrets.

Dominic shook his head. “I don’t like where this is going.” The figure on the screen smiled. The same smile. The same calm. The same presence. But something about it was wrong. Colder. Sharper. More precise. “Hello, Alexander.” The voice echoed through the room. Perfectly identical. But empty. Alexander’s jaw tightened. “You’re dead.” The figure tilted its head slightly. “Physically?” A pause. “Yes.” Another. “But I am far more than that.” Elena’s eyes widened.

"Not just this thing. The smell. Under the rot." I've been choking on the rot. I push past it. And there it is. The same wrongness that was carved into the birch. I study the thing we killed. I’ve seen enough dead to know the stages of decomposition. This didn't die Tuesday with a cute phone in its pocket. "It's old," I say. "Been dead a long time." Dax goes still. "The ones going missing," he says slowly. "They're disappearing alive." "Yeah." "So this isn't one of them."

“ I don't know about y'all, but I don't want to die. Even if I am going to die, I would prefer to die an appropriate death. Not one where I'm forcefully sent to meet my creator because of my father's insatiable greed for money.” “ Breaking news Craig, we all will be dead by Saturday if we don't offer our sister as sacrifice to the almighty Nicholas Brightman.” He shakes his head at my childish behavior. “ Well glad to know you are up first! If Nicholas keeps to his word, and have you lowered six feet below the ground, I ain't sure I'm going to be here to witness you being laid to rest. I would be on the next flight out of the country. But don't worry, when I'm safe, I will pay my last respec

I had to make the rest of them see we were dealing with killers. The woman seemed to be thinking it over. “Probably. But so what? A little death ain’t so bad. Not like it’s permanent.” I was sure I must have misheard her. “Sorry, what?” “She’d be dead for a bit, give the boy a chance to say he broke it off with her.” I felt like I’d had my legs kicked out from under me. “And then she’d come back to life?” “Of course,” said the woman, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Nobody stays dead in Nekromel.”