Dead Calm Novel Novels & Stories

This group of vampires, who only knew how to take from me and use me for their own ends, were not worthy of being my clan. And that unworthy mate, I had already given up on him completely. He would get what was coming to him. --- Three Months Later — Silver Moon Clan Territory I stood on the balcony of my new castle, looking out over the moonlit city, feeling at peace. My phone rang. It was Chloe. “Lydia, did you see the news?” her voice was buzzing with excitement. “Your ex’s clan has completely collapsed!” “I saw,” I said lightly. The internal vampire communiqués were very detailed:

Her legs kicked wildly, her feet tangling in the sheets, but there was nothing to push against, no leverage to use. "Autumn," she choked out, the word barely audible. "Please… stop…" But Autumn's expression didn't change. Those black, empty eyes stared down at her without recognition, without mercy. There was nothing behind them. No consciousness. No awareness. Just darkness. Callie's lungs burned. Her chest heaved, desperate for air that wouldn't come. Black spots started appearing at the edges of her vision, blooming like ink drops in water. She was dying. The realization hit her with crystal clarity. She was going to die right here, right now, in the bed she shared with Damon, and he woul

Ruby blended into the crowd, her expression one of perfect shock and concern. She leaned over Rowan, checking his pulse. Into her earpiece, she whispered, "No pulse. He’s gone." "Good," Delilah replied. "Get out and meet me outside." --- In a luxurious apartment, Rose Wilder sipped champagne, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. The news anchor’s voice filled the room, reporting Rowan Wilder’s sudden death. "They’re quite efficient," Rose mused aloud. Her assistant, a petite woman with sleek black hair, nodded in agreement, though her expression betrayed hesitation.

"It's too boring to kill you directly. It's not interesting to leave you to torture slowly, record the picture of you being tortured to death, and publish it. It will certainly cause a sensation. At that time, people will still condemn Vicdor Blake for failing to protect you..." David Yi is completely abnormal. Snow Cecy can't say anything to him. She could only shiver and hold back the big man's fists and kicks. After more than ten minutes, the fists and feet that fell on the body were taken back. Snow Cecy vaguely heard footsteps coming out of the basement. She slowly raised her eyes. The next second, she fell asleep again. She felt that she must die. She died silently in the basement, and

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

★★★★★ UNKNOWN LOCATION* A masked man pulled down his face cap as he walked into the unknown building, he got to a certain room and walked in fully. In there, Alejandro sat gallantly smoking aggressively from his pipe. His eyes was damn red as his blood boiled. He had just gotten news that Yasmine is dead and he couldn't help but get deranged. His veins were popping out of his neck as he puffed in the tobacco which was holding his breath. "Boss!" The masked man called as he approached Alejandro.

The silence felt so heavy that Camela thought her heart had stopped beating. Her scream echoed in the hospital room, but there was no response. Just the sound of her uneven breathing broke the stillness. The journal lay open on the floor, the black letters blazing like fire across the page: Final Journal. Entry Three: The fox dies first. Camela's hand glided to Vincent’s chest. His heartbeat pounded beneath her palm—alive, strong, and steady, but the words on the page seemed to sink into him, pulling at his pulse.

He collapsed on top of me, his body a heavy, warm weight, still buried deep inside her. The silence that followed was not peace. It was a void. A ringing, white-hot, and holy emptiness where two souls had just been annihilated and remade. In the darkness, there was only the sound of their shattered breathing, and the slow, wet, and final pulse of him, still deep inside her. Fuck! There was no going back now

They are wearing black uniforms and a mask just like for bandits. A man wearing a black suit whispered a spell and one by one the corpse started to burn. The sound of burning corpses is loud just like the heartbeat of the children witnessed the brutality. Elise froze after seeing everything. She can't breathe. The air is suffocating and the pain in her heart is excruciating. She did not cry but once again, she was reminded. Why she hated the book “The Lazy Lucky Princess”. "Hell." That night terror begins. END OF CHAPTER 7…