Bitten By Death Novels & Stories

I was finally content with myself. That was the night I died, I was killed by a type of being I had never seen before, a man but not man, a man with glowing eyes and long teeth, his smell was of death and his skin was ice cold! I felt the hardness of his body on me when he drank from me. I heard his growl when he was about to attack me, I had never seen that face before. Elias and Delia would be so miserable, they were my only family and I theirs. I’d never get to tease Elias and call him names again.

The girls decided they wanted to play ‘Dirty Minds. “So why were you mad at him, Jillie? If it’s not too early to ask,” Mason inquired. “I bit her,” I told him. Everyone snapped their heads to me. “What he means-” “Jarren, you didn’t?!” Alyx exclaimed, cutting Jillie off. I nodded, ashamed. “Like, play biting?” Mason asked. “No, as in, my fang punctured her skin.” “Jarren!” Jillie and Alyx exclaimed at the same time. Jillie’s head snapped to Alyx.

They were filled with abhorrence that I have no idea why. As time passed, I knew what I was becoming. A monster, a beast that was only read in books. I have read them countless times because I’ve heard them countless times. My curiosity consumed me and so I cannot help but read about it. It hadn’t crossed my mind that there could be a possibility that they’re real. This man before me bit me in the shoulder. He didn’t let go until blackness consumed me. Now, screaming and writhing on the forest floor because I was turning into one. They’re real. He’s one of those beasts.

I don't even know that my eyes have gotten so big. It's the guy I bumped into! "Well, hello there. Nice to meet you, again" he says with a smirk. I send a silent message to karma you're a fucking bitch girl. I can almost swear I saw her laughing at me. "You guys have met?" Lucien asks. "Yes, we have" Mr. Black drawls staring pointedly at him. There is a look of surprise on Lucien's face as he lifts an eyebrow, "wait, really?" he asks Mr. Black and the latter just nods.

“These bastards just keep coming,” Bianca said, slamming a body against the tree and plunging her hand deep into its chest. Blood splattered onto her face, her hand dripping with the scarlet liquid. “The ambush was a given, after all, they’re not stupid,” Alaster sighed, wiping the blood off his hands. “But did they have to send so many,” Luca groaned, turning to Xavier. “Are you sure it's alright to just leave those humans by themselves? There are thousands of these bugs crawling around, one could easily sneak past us.”

They all stared at me, looking fearful and suspicious. "Bernice, hold on!" Genesis sounded extremely panicked. I started to panic, too. "No, Genesis! I'm fine!" "What's wrong?" Zach asked, rushing over and looking from me to Genesis. Genesis helped me up. "We need to check on Bernice! I think she was bitten, too!" "You were bitten, Bernice?" Zach's eyes widened. I shook my head quickly. "No! I'm not hurt! I don't even know where this blood came from!"

The rest of the walk home is a blur of self-hatred and exhaustion. I replay the night in fragments—the bar, the drink, his eyes finding me across the dim room, the weight of his body on mine, the sharp pain of the bite, the strange, terrifying pleasure that came after it. Each memory is a fresh wound. I prod at them like a tongue prodding a sore tooth, unable to stop.

All at once, alarm bells went off in my head. "Snap out of it, Caleb!" He dragged me toward the corner of the rooftop, saying, "I know exactly what I'm doing. You're going to give me an answer today." "What answer?" "Either we get back together, or…" Caleb paused for a beat before adding, "We die here together." I froze. Had he lost his mind? "This isn't funny," I uttered, trying to pull free from his grip. "Let me go!" "I'm not joking."

The man, bitten into, tries to shift to defend himself or attempt an escape, but before he can finish, she snaps at his partially-transformed throat, and I squeeze my eyes shut—flinching. Lindsey is hysterical, grabbing me and pulling me back. Her breaths are ragged and incomplete, and so many more voices join the mix of sounds bustling in my head. I dare myself to look back, and when I do, a small crowd of people has surrounded the body—whether or not he is alive, I'm not sure. There are too many people. I can't see. From the strength of her bite, I can only assume the man is unmoving—gone the moment her teeth punctured again, the second she turned her head, drawing his soul from his body.

“This man will give you the peace that you need, Kimberly. But you'll find him on your own.” I woke up from the dream and was panting hard, then I looked at my tummy and was happy my baby was still intact. And I looked beside me and saw Daniel was asleep. I tried to wake him up, but he wasn't moving, then I suspected something, but I had to confirm first. I checked around his body and saw that there was a bite mark there. The sleepy insect had bitten him. The sleepy insect is dangerous. It would make the victim sleep and if the victim isn't given an antidote at the fifth hour, he or she would die.