All Of Us Are Dead Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

Small stones embedded themselves into my flesh and, mixed with my tears, caused excruciating pain—like salt being rubbed into my wounds. I writhed on the ground, howling in agony like a mad dog on the verge of death, while they laughed and mocked me. “An estate worth millions, and she thought she could take it from us. Let’s see if she lives long enough to spend a dime.” “Jenn, she’s not moving anymore. Do you think we went too far? What if this gets messy?” I felt a flicker of hope—maybe Marcus still had a shred of conscience left.

He ran over and hugged me. “Oh, my goddess. You’re still alive, Lisa.” “What are you talking about? I’m still alive,” I mumbled. I pulled away when I heard Finn howl. “That bastard.” He gritted his teeth in anger. What happened? “He told me both you and my sister are dead.” “What? How can he say that?” “I knew he was a bastard when he decided to choose an omega over his real mate,” Michael spat. “We are not dead, but alive.”

The day I discover that my husband, Nick Goldberg, is cheating on me, my severe depression drives me to climb up to the rooftop. My older sister, Natalie Swift, stabs him before dragging him over to apologize to me. From then on, Natalie moves in with us and becomes his strictest watchdog. Every time he so much as twitches, Natalie is even more anxious than I am. With Natalie keeping watch over Nick, he genuinely changes. He deletes all of the female contacts he has and comes back home on time. It's to the point that he even reports to me when he's just going out to throw the trash. Because of this, I think that this battered, broken marriage of ours is finally getting a fresh start. Ho

“Trust me when I say you’re never too old to be orphaned. We learned that lesson the hard way. There was a group of us. When we were all together we were stronger than steel and that was enough.” Emily smiled as they both wiped down Mr. Mabry’s chest and stomach area. “That sounds nice. Are the other people in the group going to come and visit?” “They’re all dead.” “Oh, I’m so sorry. That was silly of me to say.” “What can you do? It happens to us all. There’s no fighting it. They were all infected except me.”

She would bring Elody back to life, and they would work together to find and cure him of this blood lust. When Alaric woke up, he found Odessa wide awake and munching on a snack bar from the bag, a faraway look in her eyes, as if she had been thinking throughout. She noticed his movement and handed him one. "Thank you," he said, giving her a small smile, which she didn't return. "What's wrong, Odessa?" He frowned, looking at her. The air was thick with tension. "Most died because of me." She spoke, her voice filled with pain. She couldn't even look him in the eyes.

Honestly, judging by her moves, I thought Clara was at least a Beta. "But Wendy's words make sense. How could an Omega manage something like that?" As doubt spread, Blake chimed in as well, "Clara, I can't believe you'd go this far just to get my attention. "You tried to get Wendy killed, and now you're faking the footage? If you just apologize to Wendy right now, I'll go easy on you once we're back at the pack." Wendy cried and threw herself into Blake's arms. "Blake! Clara almost killed me! How can you go easy on her? Kick her out of the pack! Someone like her doesn't deserve to live among us!"

The room froze. "They're both dead." Total silence.

I wasn't prepared for the height of this orgasm with the bond in place as all I saw was darkness with a metallic taste in my mouth. We stayed like this for a few minutes before we extracted our teeth and rested our foreheads against each other. Breathing heavily and our bodies covered in sweat was the last little bit of bond we created. It was a whole new sensation I never experienced before. I could hear his thoughts, read his emotions and I would be able to mind-link him now. There was this connection that was deeper than regular dating. We were together, forever. If one dies, we both die. He would always be my top priority and I would be his.

The pain in my neck was gone. I realized I could fly. My body floated through the air as light as a cloud. Drifting upward, I looked down. Below the balcony, a boy in a blue winter coat hung from a strand of bunting. His body was swaying gently in the freezing wind. His face was a bruised purple, and his wide eyes were staring blankly into the distance. Why did he look exactly like me? That was when it hit me. I was dead.