Character Dead Cells Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"You shouldn't even exist!" "I didn't ask to be made this way!" Celia shouted, covering her ears with her hands as she knelt down to a small ball. "I'm not even talking about right now. What about those hacks you did that caused cities to get wiped out? People were killed because of you!" Celia feels like there is cotton in her mouth, and she sobs as she gets down on the ground, a river of blood moving underneath her.

Marcellus sat on the ground in the middle of the abandoned factory. His surroundings were very empty. There was nothing around him. He laughed and yelled, “Come on, Death Inquisitor, aren’t you amazing? Aren’t you able to design death? Now, unless you make the roof fall off, let’s see how you’ll kill me!” Marcellus held a gun in his hand and looked up at the ceiling, constantly paying attention to any minute changes. In the last few minutes, he was confident that he could survive.

He said nothing but something in his eyes told me that he already knew. "It was your dear mother, it's funny you know... because I thought she was dead." My tone changed, losing the fake playfulness it held moments ago, a frown creased my forehead, "Wasn't she?" I pressed my palms on both sides of the handrest and leaned forward, "You see, when I kill someone, they're supposed to stay dead." I rolled my eyes, "But for some reason, all the dead people in my life somehow come back to life and they make their way into mine and screw it up."

The hybrid cells usually struggled with the Hydro-p chemicals before invading his human body each time he didn’t take HIS medications, and this caused strong, unbearable symptoms. The hybrid cells should never pervade his body and make him a complete hybrid. If the H. Cells did, he wouldn’t live as a hybrid because the H. Cells could never survive more than five days with the presence of Hydro-p chemicals in his body. If the hybrid cells spread through his human body completely, his human body would die and he’d become a full hybrid. And in five days, the hybrid he became would die due to inability to survive or be in sync with the Hydro-p chemicals.

J cast a spell. "Death zone- Cellious Vizar" instantly a thin red layer visible contrast of light wrapped the enemies and them in a ten meter circumference. Nathaniel smirked seeing their enemies reactions. Gauging by it, they knew too well what kind of barrier E.J did. Simple yet deadly.

Death. Death is all my future holds. And my future is very short. The cells were dark, swallowing me whole. Just like my impending death would. The walls felt as if they were caving in, suffocating me of the very oxygen I so desperately needed. The putrid stench filling the minimal space was the last thing I clung to in this life. I'd gladly swallow down every last gulp of the thick, sour stench if it meant the footsteps crashing down to the very lowest floor of the cell block were not coming for me.

In the end, we managed to surpass Frank's points by a hair's breadth and emerged victorious. However, both Riley and I died the moment we left the game due to our heavy injuries. Perhaps the system malfunctioned when it brought us back, but we were reborn with our memories of our past lives intact. The game then began anew. Riley and I immediately recognized each other when we were added to the group chat. Thus, we swore to each other that we would make the people who betrayed us in our past lives pay for the consequences of their actions. I intentionally chose the plastic apartment in the desert and the reverse photosynthesis skill. I also modified the name of the game, tricking everyone in

All she saw was a gray light exiting from her husband and going into Jenatrix’s stretched open mouth. Charles wanted to scream from the pain, but he couldn’t. He wanted to run. He could feel his internal organs shriveling away. Charles knew he was dying and there was nothing he could do about it. He could feel every part of his body drying out and shriveling away like a dead flower. Charles looked at his hand, which was still being held by Jenatrix. He watched as his hand decomposed at a rapid pace. His body was rotting. Every inch of his body gave off a dry skeletal appearance, as if he was being mummified in real-time.