Character Dead Cells Novels & Stories

Claec disappearing as soon as her breathing evened out. The rusted walls of a cell, loom down over the cracked and weathered hammer of stone that is alive with magic. Cobwebs trained to cling to one side of the Iron Gate, drifting in a narrow breeze that slithers in from the outside. Darkness, a perpetual shadow here as dried up rodent carcasses litter the concrete floor bathed in small ripples of blood and decay. Hazardous, zig-zagged, indents painting the walls where something had scratched them and the old staircase to the right is breaking apart without a purpose.

Several warriors were running toward the cellar. Darren followed them. "What happened?" No one answered. He pushed past them and hurried down the stone staircase. The cellar was cold. Too cold. A strange metallic scent filled the air. Darren stopped. His wolf immediately reacted. Poison. His heart began pounding. He pushed forward. Mariah was lying on the floor. Her body was completely still. Darren froze. "No." A warrior knelt beside her and checked her pulse. His expression changed. "She's dead." The words struck Darren like a physical blow.

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

The temperature in the bunker seemed to drop to absolute zero. I stared at the screen, my jaw clenching until my teeth ached. Marcus had been with Thorne Industries for ten years. He was a man I had trusted, a man I had given millions in stock options. And he had sold my life to Victoria Vance for a percentage of a dying syndicate. "He is dead," I growled, the raw, savage dominance of my bloodline taking over.

"Every system has a waste-pipe. A place where the data is too corrupt to be processed. In Aurelia City, it’s the old Thorne-Vance foundry. The place where the first steel for the vaults was forged." The walk through the tunnels felt like a descent into the bowels of a dying god. We passed through sectors where the heartbeat-sync had already failed. We saw people slumped against the walls, their eyes wide and vacant, their 'Life-Credits' drained to zero by a thought from the Shadow Heir. They weren't dead, but they were no longer 'assets.' They were the deleted. Xander’s condition was worsening. Every step seemed to drain the last of his strength, the purple infection on his wrists spreading

He said gently, "Sadie, let the past die with yesterday. From now on, you will be reborn anew. I hope your days from here on will be filled with joy." Standing on the rooftop, Nemera raised her champagne glass, clinking it against his before drinking it all in one breath. "Now, I have only one regret left," Nemera said softly. "What is it?" Noah asked. Nemera looked at him with a strange smile. "Well, my regret is… that you're still alive." "What did you say?" Noah's eyes widened. Suddenly, he clutched his head and dropped to his knees. "How's the champagne with a little something extra?" she asked sweetly.

I just stood there, frozen, staring at the number on the screen. Two hundred and fourteen people. Dead. I felt something claw at the inside of my throat, but I swallowed it down. My hands were shaking, my nails biting into my palms. The Game Master’s grin faltered for the first time. It looked… disappointed. “Oh, come on now,” it said, voice softening to a mocking pout. “Where’s your enthusiasm? You’re still here! You’re the lucky ones!” Lucky… Lucky to be breathing in this godforsaken place, lucky to dance for our lives, lucky to watch people explode or crumble while something with glowing eyes clapped like it was watching a talent show?

I gently wiped the tears away from my eyes and felt at peace before my soul faded away. I finally got that long-overdue apology. But you'll never meet someone as foolish as me again. I turned to look at Xavier's face one last time. His eyes were red and brimming with tears. Xavier bent down, covering his face as he let out a quiet sob. … After some time, Xavier was sentenced to prison for intentionally harming Yvette. Meanwhile, I felt my soul fade away. My heart was full of hope and excitement for the future. I knew I had fulfilled my purpose in this life and could finally leave this world in peace.

The light from outside poured in, slowly peeling back the darkness that had clung to the cellar like a second skin. I drifted closer, my soul hovering just beyond the entrance—only to be confronted by the grotesque sight of my own corpse. The airtight, silver-dusted cellar had preserved my body in the worst possible way. Though only three days had passed, I looked as though I'd been dead for weeks. Decay had set in early. Maggots writhed through what remained of my flesh, feeding greedily.

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.