All Of Us Are Dead Fanfiction Novels & Stories

were bodies. All dead.

My unborn bαby wαs αbout to be ripped αwαy. The mαn I once loved hαd killed one child αnd ordered the deαth of the other. There wαs nothing left for me. The αmbulαnce doors slαmmed‚ the sound echoing in the distαnce of my fαding mind. Theo kept tαlking‚ his words shαking. “You’re not αllowed to die‚ do you heαr me? You don’t get to give up‚ you fight‚ Celeste‚ fight—”

Ford's POV Icy water filled my lungs as my consciousness faded into darkness. "Alpha! Alpha!" Someone was dragging me, pulling me back from the brink of death. I opened my eyes to see the frantic faces of the rescue crew. "Don't save me," I pushed them away, my voice a raw whisper. "Let me die here." "Alpha, you can't give up!" my Beta yelled, grabbing my arm. "The pack needs you!" Needs me? I murdered my Luna. What right did I have to live?

Always us. THE END

The blame rests entirely upon my actions. His arms tightened around me. Against my hair he murmured the words, "No, it’s not." My attempts to halt the progression proved futile. The sensation of it taking place reached my awareness. That spiraling sensation. The oppressive burden suffocates and compresses. The event extended beyond her mere passing. This event marked his demise as well. The memories returned with relentless force, sweeping through my consciousness as an unyielding tidal surge. An additional firearm discharge occurred. Another friend gone. A lifeless body rests at my feet.

[ THE LOVE THAT KILLS ] Despite our various differences, we are all tied together by one thing. Death. In the Kingdom of Alkhemi, everyone and everything has died at least once. We all die at the end. Despite our differences, we are all made similar by one thing — mortality.

I know that magic is just an illusion, a trick. Dusting my clothes, I made my way toward my team. They had now assembled themselves in one place, their eyes still holding surprise, and I could guess that they were waiting for me to explain. The crowds were as silent as a graveyard. They weren't making any of their stupid noises, and I am sure they were still trying to recover from the shock of seeing me again. That made me remember a story in the Bible that our Sunday school teacher told us about. It was the story of a man named Lazarus who was resurrected from the dead. The only difference between us is that I have been dead for two months, or should I say suffering and wandering around an

She then looked at at him as she exclaimed, "How dare you!" "It's your surname though!" She slapped his arm and for a moment he lost control of the car but quickly recovered. "Shit..." Ashleigh breathed out as Damien chuckled nervously. "Sorry." "I swear if I died I would've killed you!" "How would you do that when you're dead?" "I'll possess you and make you commit suicide." Damien gave her a look. "Thats dark woman." "I love you too."

My adopted sister, Victoria, possessed a fiercely powerful wolf spirit. She was the sole hope for our endangered Silver Moon Pack. In contrast, though I was the Alpha's biological daughter, I was just an Omega. It wasn't until I turned twenty that I finally awakened a wolf spirit, and it possessed nothing but simple healing abilities. From that day on, my three older brothers forced me to become her personal blood slave. After enduring the extreme torture of the Full Moon Trials for the eighth time in her place, my wolf spirit was on the verge of being torn apart. Dragging my broken, battered body, I questioned them hoarsely. Chris, my eldest brother, sneered. "Victoria has suffered sin

Why were they fighting like this over the death of that jinx? Jealousy burned in her gaze as she thought, "Even dead, you're still trying to steal my spotlight? Keep dreaming, Ophelia! Soon, no one will even remember your name!" She quickly masked the vicious look on her face, then covered her mouth and put on a frightened, tearful act. "Marcus, Sean… Ophelia is already gone. Even if you beat each other to death, she won't come back." The words deflated the two men at once. They looked at each other, then at the frail-looking Alexia.