As Good As Dead Novels & Stories

Squinting her eyes, she realized that the transparent thing looked very similar to her, the only difference was the golden halo above the head. "If she's dead… Why don't I have a golden halo-like her's?" Tang Yazhu muttered when suddenly, a thought came to mind. According to the books and movies that she has read thus far, there was such a thing as "possession." This ignited her heart and loosened the tight grip that has been on her heart since she died. "Since she's dead now, does that mean that I can possess it?!" With that thought in mind, a flicker of hope shined in her eyes. Without delay, she arrived at the dead female body even faster than the Flash.

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

“Go ‘head and call it in.” The crackle of a radio stung my ears. “Ashford is dead.” The second one said. An electronic beep signaled the end of his message. “Can’t believe I killed an Alpha. You think I’ll get a raise for it?” “He’s not an Alpha. Not yet, anyway.” “Well, he ain’t gonna be now.” A loud, wet laugh echoed throughout the mall. Seconds passed when Macon’s sent slithered into my nostrils. I let the shock flow through me, releasing it as quickly as it had come. All that mattered was my breathing, keeping my heartbeat slow.

I tried to dodge the attack, but I slipped on a rock underfoot and crashed into the wall. Pain shot through my still-healing wound, and a cold sweat broke out as I froze in place. Seeing this, Gerald sneered and advanced slowly with the knife in hand. "If it weren't for you, Meghan and I would've been married by now! Now, I'm going to send you to where you belong." As the knife was raised, I closed my eyes tightly, full of bitter resentment. The sound of the blade tearing through flesh pierced the air. My heart skipped a beat. I thought I'd die with regret, but the pain never came.

Praying to whoever could hear me that she was okay. Standing over the black wolf with the gun still poised in her hand, emptying bullet after bullet, it was excessive. But who was I to say anything? I could still taste Joggernut’s blood in my mouth. Riley, I think he might be dead, don’t you? Have you never seen Supernatural? These fuckers are never really dead until you salt their bones and burn them. Okay then, no more Supernatural for you, you do know that’s a T.V series, it’s fiction.

“Part of me is like eww gross, the other part is that it has to be the coolest death ever.” “He’s not dead,” Aislen corrected. “He’s immortal. He can feel everything. He just can’t stop it from happening. He will be alive until there’s nothing left of him.” “What about the bits that Mercy poops out?” Cameron speculated as he pulled off the main road and into the river house drive. “I mean… Are they enough for him to heal from?” “Don’t,” Rhett pulled a face. “That is just too gross.” “Let’s hope not,” Heath reached across Aislen for the door handle as Cameron parked.

All it took was a single sentence to stir her into this fury? He stepped closer, studying every subtle expression on her face in the dim night. As if he wanted to witness the pain of her accepting the truth, he deliberately said, "There's no need to be so surprised. What I'm saying is a fact. Otherwise, why would I let you stay here?" Ariel's fists trembled, but her gaze remained sharp and unforgiving. Samson didn't like seeing her like this, but he didn't mind. He leaned down toward her. "Ariel, Jayson's dead. He's not in this world anymore. You need to move on."

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

They’re getting a little loud. Am I dead?