Already Dead Novel Novels & Stories

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

Lyra cleared her throat as I dragged myself to my feet and helped Lyra to hers, still holding onto her hand. “Good to see you alive too,” I muttered toward Grimhold with a small, crooked smile. He exhaled a breath that sounded like gravel grinding in his chest. His gaze drifted toward the scorched earth behind us. “Is it over?” I turned my head slowly. Varen’s skeleton still sat there, charred and blackened, unmoving beneath the settling rain. “It’s over,” I said. “Varen’s dead.” Silence fell over the clearing, and somewhere behind me, Dahlia choked on a laugh, but it sounded more like she had no idea whether she wanted to cry or cheer.

Talia's POV: We were stood outside of our room and although the mood was playful there was one thing that was currently on my mind. Hand in hand we walked in together and before he could pull me towards the bed I asked, "everything is over now,for real. No more surprises or plot twists, it's over?" "Jonathan is dead, Clarissa is a prisoner and Alexai is being kept as a prisoner. Everything is over, for real this time." I kept quiet for a moment before speaking, " you were going to kill a pregnant woman today."

At that exact moment, aboard a private jet already hundreds of miles away, a shrill warning sound suddenly rang in Lucien’s ear. [Warning! Warning! The novel’s female protagonist has died. World collapse is imminent.] Lucien’s eyes widened in shock.

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

ᯓ★ BREAKING NEWS: 30-year-old Ginger Cadette, the owner of the Bar & Life passed away yesterday due to brain cancer. Her family kept her burial private. With hard work and persistence, she successfully started and ran Bar & Life. But when she discovered that she had brain cancer, the business was passed on to her twin brother, Carter Cadette.

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.

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.

“What?” He sighs and places a hand on her shoulder. “Nova, look at me,” he says, and she peers up into his eyes. “Nikolai died a few months ago; I cleaned and wrapped his body myself before the funeral pyre. What you’re saying… it makes no sense.” “There must be a mistake-” “I can promise you there’s no mistake; Nikolai is dead,” Kai says with finality and looks at me as if to tell me to shut up about the subject too.

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.