Dead Calm Novel Novels & Stories

I reached for my purse on the right side of my bed and opened it. My feet touched the carpet. They were also cold. I needed something warm. Without another moment to waste, I picked up the air conditioning remote and lowered the temperature. That felt way better. I returned my attention to the purse and pulled out the burner phone. I turned it on, and waited for any message to come in. Then it came. From a familiar number. Only one body was found. The second grave is empty. That didn't sit well. How could only one body be found? I had seen them die. There should have been two filled graves.

His limbs are sprawled in odd angles. Xaveraq’s long hair pools around his skull like ink, and his mouth is open. His eyes, once red and bright as rubies in the firelight, are dim. Lifeless. Xaveraq does not move, his chest does not rise. He stares up at the room, his expression forever frozen in disbelief and horror “He’s dead,” I think, although I cannot believe it. “He’s really dead.” “It worked!” Out of nowhere, Callista’s voice echoes in my head and I flinch before I whip my head towards her.

Damien’s Final Words Breath sharp. Damien’s fingers brushed mine, warm and steady, scarred but unyielding. "It’s... over," I whispered, barely believing it myself. His dark eyes softened, haunted but fierce. "For now," he rasped. But even as the horizon stretched... I couldn’t shake the cold certainty... Some shadows... never die. After the fall Location: Remote Coastal Refuge — Unknown Safe Zone The ocean lay still, quiet and endless, as dawn’s first light broke across the water, casting golden warmth over the scarred survivors of The Black Fortress War.

I do not pull the notebook away. We sit in the stove-lit kitchen with the olive oil between us like a document neither has yet signed, and the groves outside the window have gone black, and somewhere in the house Nonna Carmela is climbing the stairs to her quarters with her silence intact and her witness delivered. Domenico's hand stays on the notebook. My breath stays even. The embers settle in the stove with a soft crumbling sound, and neither of us speaks, and the kitchen holds us in its warmth like a secret the house has not yet decided whether to keep.

a cruel smirk dances on his lips, fuelling my determination to make this the most agonizing experience imaginable. Like peeling a cheese string, I meticulously strip away layer after layer of his skin, relishing in his anguished howls that fill the room. I cannot stop, for I know the suffering that my little wolf has endured tonight. I continue, unrelenting, until only bone and muscle remain. My chest heaves as I summon my flames, watching them consume the remnants of his body, the embers scorching his flesh. A question comes to mind too late. “Why were you thinking about Naomi?” Unable to answer, Jamal has succumbed to the pain, his consciousness slipping away as the flames devour him. The

847 word(s) Published 293 SECOND TO FINAL CHAPTER 1. Name: ....So Quiet. Too Quiet.. . . . . Their eyes widened in horror at the sight in Queen Danika's bedroom. And it was a sight of horror. A dead man, Coza, laid on the floor at one side of the bedroom. Vetta was cushioned in the arms of a heavily pregnant Queen whose face is bathed in sweat and tears, her eyes held indescribable pain. There was blood everywhere.

“It will be a while, but it will pass. Yer going to meet someone who will change the course of yer life.” “I’d be more impressed if you could help me sleep.” Camille teased. “Yeh don’t sleep?” She shook her head. “I have chronic insomnia. I can’t take medication and was told to read something boring.” She scoffed and motioned to the large collection of books. “Of course, I’m the weirdo that finds encyclopedias interesting.” “I speak to the dead. Yer not the only weirdo around.” “I have a book about that.” Camille marked her place in her book with her bookmark and sat it aside as she stood up.

She thought of the morning when she had found Damon cold and pale in their bed, and her mind shifted to the previous night when everything had been so different. Damon sat in his makeshift study, surrounded by stacks of information. He read through the books around him and took up his black ballpoint pen every so often to write. Anne had slipped in to wish him goodnight, initially, but hadn’t said anything in the end. He had paused in his writing to accept the drink from her. They shared their last moment without words. Damon came to bed late. He never woke up again. Now Anne was here, buried almost halfway into the frozen white snow of the mountain. What really brought her here? Was it madn

And in that silence… Something in me went still completely. My hand moved. Quick. Precise. Final. There was no struggle. No drawn-out moment. Just a single, decisive action that ended it. The sound of his body hitting the ground followed a second later, lifeless and unmoving as it lay at my feet. No one spoke. No one moved. The weight of it settled instantly, thick and suffocating. Elder Damian… Was dead. A sharp movement broke through the stillness.

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...