Amy Rose Dead Novels & Stories

The infected weren’t the only threat anymore. That much had become clear over the past few weeks. It wasn’t just the shambling hordes of zombies that kept me awake at night, but the survivors—the desperate ones, the ones who had lost too much, the ones who saw others as nothing more than resources to take.

He looked at me with pity before grabbing me and embracing me. My screams picked back up until I felt myself faint from the stress. Asmodeus’s POV I watched a passed out Rose finally get some sleep. She needed it, especially since one of her mates died. I hope that’s the only one that dies, otherwise she’ll likely go mad. I don’t know what happened and I’m not sure I want to know. My phone dinged and I looked down to see that Belphegor finally replied to my earlier text. Me: you available to help me out with something

the voice chuckled, “were a pain to get.” “What’s the hell…” I whispered under my breath. The screen blinked again — now showing a faint image of what looked like… a mask? Smiling, expressionless, like a porcelain doll. “You’re probably wondering what this is,” the voice went on, still smug and snaky. “Short answer? You’re all dead. Long answer? Congratulations — you lucky little corpses have been chosen for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” My blood ran cold. “Dead?” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel my hands trembling.

, he had no more debts to repay. If there were ever a life beyond this one, he hoped, that he would never cross paths with these people. He stayed like that for a while, his vitality slowly getting drained away and soon, he'd be left lifeless. [Host has successfully activated the: WITHERED ROSE, system.] [Host's vitality is decreasing at an alarming rate. Initiating immediate resuscitation!!] What was that?. Who's there?! Alan paused, listening to the automated feminine voice as it spoke through his consciousness. He was certain that he was at the depths of the sea at this point,it was currently impossible for someone else to be around him. He relaxed - Probably he was just hearing things.

"Avril Talbot! How could you be so vicious? I know that you don't like me or my daughter. But didn't you already hurt her enough earlier today? Are you still trying to kill her now?" Velma then threw herself into Dad's arms, wracked with sobs. "Avril knew all along that Layla's deathly allergic to roses, and yet, she deliberately soaked her entire mattress with rose oil! She's trying to kill my daughter!" "Alright, alright. Layla's already taken the medication for it, so nothing bad will happen to her," Dad said, comforting Velma affectionately. He then shot me a disgusted look and said, "I'm thoroughly disappointed in you, Avril. You will be moving out tomorrow. This household will never be

It’s him! “What have you brought here? Explain yourselves or die.” “Sir, we present you the Red Rose. The huntress you have wanted dead for many years. She came here today, in the guise of a prisoner, with the intention to kill you. We convinced her that we would work for her, knowing that it would allow us to bring her to you, unaware of the danger she would be in. She is at your mercy, to do with as you wish Sir. She also has another identity; this woman is the new Luna of the Blue Flame pack.”

My whole body reacts quickly—pulling onto the man once more. All of a sudden, I find myself stabbing onto his lower abdomen; causing him to groan loudly in pain. He has both of his eyes looking straight at mine, making me see the last moments before his death. I've been through this a lot, seeing people as they drop dead down onto the ground, I don't seem to mind at all. I glance up at Rose, her eyes looking down at the dead body as she tries to control her breathings. Without further ado, I grab onto her hand but just as we start to run deeper into the woods, I see someone aiming her from afar—making me push her away.

There was a loud roar from the earth until dead corpses emerged out. "She summoned the dead?" Ayla questions with a voice of startlement. I too was stunned by the sight of the rotten fleshes surfacing out of the earth. Their eyes were glowing an odd blue, teeth strangely sharp as they snarled and snapped their jaws. "What the bloody fuck?" Ares mind-links, utterly confused at what he was witnessing. I was about to answer him when the snarling dead came barreling towards us. With the darkened sky, the only visible thing we could really see were their glowing eyes and snarling teeth.

It was the memory card that he inserted and kept inside his hand. "I'm sorry, Mina. If I didn't protect you and forgive me if I do." I said and gradually peeled off the marked seam on his hand with sharp scissors. It was against my will to do that and I had no right to visit him at his grave because I was able to save him in those moments. After I got the small memory card from him, I also immediately put his grave back in order and I also offered a white rose as a farewell to him and because I know that flower is his favorite. I also left a prayer for him to help us end this crime and punish the people who should be punished, especially the person who did this to him.

What was happening? Before we could even process the change, the dead began to rise. Not as themselves, but as puppets, their movements jerky and unnatural, their eyes dead and unblinking. The woman I had just killed, her body still warm, rose to her feet, her face a blank slate, the hateful look gone, replaced by a soulless emptiness. With a wave of Kasamaan’s hand, this army of the undead sprang to life, a force of pure magic and rage.