Dead Calm Novel Novels & Stories

The logical side of me latched onto the one explanation that brought us comfort, that this was another trick and that Dain’s blood-thirsty brother was still dead. We couldn’t find his corpse… “I saw your body. I saw you dead.” I insisted, forcing my voice not to tremble. As afraid as I was of Callum and the empty look in his eyes, I was too prideful to give him the reaction he was wanting. There was no way I’d imagined it, seeing Callum’s charred and blistered corpse. His skin blackened and rough on the parts of him that still had skin. The smoke from the wooden cabin would’ve smelled like a bonfire if it weren’t for the lingering stench of blood and burnt hair. This had to be a trick, the s

Matteo murmured as he touched the photo as if he could touch the softness of her skin. The library, all wood and polished iron, was sepulchrally silent, a light wind swaying the long white muslin curtains with gold and silver designs. On the wooden table, piles and piles of books - and in Matteo's hands another one that he took from the bookcase that went from the floor to the ceiling on the four walls - looking for reports or any clue about the several deaths that had been happening in the last months. Not just any deaths, it seemed that the world had decided to collapse and people were no longer dying of natural causes or diseases, but only at the hands of their own and the night's young.

" I move away standing on my feets as I feel Laura's body as cold as ice now, I drag her up on all her weight as I throw her on my back giving her a piggy back ride, Her dead body which surprisingly had not turned stiff and hard yet seems to be alive however her heartbeat is missing and her pulse intact once again, everything makes me want to go crazy as the fact that I had killed my mate, I pull up her whole weight as I take slow and cautious steps towards the door away from the pool of blood,

The basement smelled of wet concrete and the slow, agonizing rot of forgotten things. Outside, the EMP pulses of Ozyorsk continued to ripple through the atmosphere, a rhythmic thumping that I couldn't hear with my ears but felt in the very marrow of my bones. It was a silence that felt like a burial. Nevan was dying.

Ultimately, it was Alice who got someone to deal with my rotting body. "How did it end up like this?" Lucas still couldn't accept the fact that I was dead. The sight of my dead corpse had been too much for him. He fell to the ground in disbelief as he continued mumbling to himself. "Wasn't she still alive and kicking two days ago? How could she die all of a sudden?"

Even when he bites me, I always feel misery before the wound heals. However, Caleb wins him over. The new boy was extremely fast, and I suspected that he might be a vampire or wolf. Before Reed could reach halfway, the new guy plunged his sharp claw into the man's heart, and brought out his chest, while his body went slumped. T.b.c

I stayed up in my room reading the black book don gave to me some time last week but i realized it was the translated version of what Claudia told me about. For the hundredth time that day I glanced through the list of allies whose names were inscribed in the book and i was totally lost cause no name seemed familiar and i was frustrated cause I didn't know who I could trust. Fuck everything felt like a dead end. I cursed and raked my hands in my hair. I shut the book and groaned in frustration. I was disrupted by the soft knock of someone. Immediately I figured out it was Esmeralda I hurriedly cleared my bed from the files and other stuff that didn't need to be seen by her.

The man’s voice kept talking… something about calling an ambulance, but his words sounded far away, muffled, like they were underwater. I could smell asphalt. I could taste blood. And through it all, one thought pushed its way through the chaos — not Daniel, not anger, not pain. Just this dull, almost detached realization: So this is how I die. God, what a pitiful way to go.

she stammered. I stepped into the ward, where Brandon lay under a stark white sheet. Melissa moved to block me, murmuring some excuse about sparing me the pain. However, I was not having any of it. I gently nudged Melissa to the side and drew back the sheet from Brandon's body. There he was, lying on the hospital bed, his cheeks flushed and his face peaceful—hardly the image of a dead man. I shook him and called his name, but he would not stir. Something was off. Without hesitation, I dialed the crematorium. "Hello. My husband has passed, and I need to arrange for his cremation immediately."

Death finally asked, his voice low and calm, though his eyes studied her with quiet calculation. Venessa’s lips curled into a sharp smile. “Dispose of it. Burn it. Bury it. I don’t care. What matters is that she is never found.” Death gave a short nod. “Understood.” He stepped out of the car, his heavy boots crunching against the gravel. Venessa didn’t wait…her engine roared to life, and she drove off into the night, leaving the air thick with exhaust and silence. The moment her taillights vanished, Death’s hand went up. One of his men emerged from the shadows, carrying Delilah in his arms like a broken doll. Her head lolled to the side, her hair spilling down, her skin pale under the dim st