All Of Us Are Dead Book Novels & Stories

"How did the family next door actually die? This is murder! If people find out, we're finished!" "Keep your voice down!" Gabriel's voice turned vicious. "It was that idiot Jasmine! I told her to saw through just enough to cause a small leak for a minor explosion. Who knew she'd lose her mind and cut straight through the main line?" "So what do we do now? That family is actually dead!" "Good riddance!" Gabriel gave a cold laugh. "Dead men tell no tales. That family was greedy anyway. They took the 200 grand to fake their deaths and leave the country. Now that they're actually dead, no one knows we paid them off.

With the last bit of my strength, I lifted my head, desperate to see William one more time. But in the end, I couldn’t. Darkness swallowed me whole. I died alone on a night no one would remember. Later, an ambulance took my body to the hospital. I hovered above as a ghost, watching Mike desperately try to save me, only to collapse in defeat, sobbing on the ground. "Thank you, Mike," I whispered, but he couldn't hear me. Then, he reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and glanced at it before dialing a number from his own.

I shouted with all my might. "I'm sorry, treasure, but I'm afraid that's impossible." some of the men told me. "What are you going to do? Please take everything ... I'll give you everything but let us go." I was dying of fear. I didn't know what was coming. They were laughing. Apparently it was funny for them that I was praying for our lives. "Treasure, your man owes us so much moee than just money and he will pay with his life," said one of the men.

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

(HOW IT GOES) “DEATH Reincarnate.” Winona whispers the name of the book and the world that is both unfamiliar and familiar to her in an uncanny way and a contradicting sense. “This book, my life, and everyone that involves within it. Just how dreadful it all could be?” She asks but somewhat anticipating the darkness that it brings rather than the good and light that one can hope for. “This is the world and the book that those seven originals are imprisoned. Am I right, Carlos?”

she pointed to the underlined words of the other book. Mr. Evans looked at the words as Hazel then explained, “The Chosen One will make a sacrifice on the land of the dead.” She stood upright and faced Mr. Evans. She said, “The gathering of the dead means the place where the last war took place, where everyone died. That is the land of the dead and also the land of ashes. The Vampires bodies turned into ashes later on and now, we need to know where that land is.” When Mr. Evans didn’t speak, Hazel said, “Think Aiden, you were there that day. Where is that land?” she asked him and looked into his eyes as if the answers would come out.

The world had descended into chaos, and every day felt like a struggle to keep hope alive. The fever was spreading faster than anyone had anticipated, and the infected were becoming more aggressive. Entire cities were falling one by one. The streets were empty save for those who had already been overtaken by the virus, their grotesque, zombie-like forms stumbling mindlessly through what remained of civilization. It felt like the end was drawing near, and even the most optimistic people were beginning to lose faith.

She pinched her nose as she looked around in disgust, muttering that Ophelia couldn't even bother to die somewhere respectable. Once the identity of the deceased was confirmed, Sean and Marcus finally broke down. The two men, who were usually so composed and reserved, cried openly, tears streaming down their faces as their heads hung low. Only Alexia remained different. She covered her nose, putting on a show of grief, while her eyes shone with barely concealed satisfaction. "Is Ophelia really dead?"

Dead. Everyone. After a few minutes, the world went black.

Any death was awful and I knew that Thomas and Sam would hold onto those deaths more than was warranted. What I wasn’t prepared for was the sight of the dead bodies. Five bodies lay in a heap. The top body had a dagger pressed into their chest cavity and attached was a white piece of paper with a note: “ Dearest Quinn, I think it’s only fitting, now that we’ve met, that we have a family reunion. I'll see you in five days.” Five bodies, five days. His message was clear, war was on our doorstep. —— *** Author Note: sorry for the late sporadic updates guys! I promise more is to come. If you like the story, please help me out by rating or commenting or writing a review! ***