Dead Calm Novel Novels & Stories

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...

She’s 20 years old by now, surely she is a beautiful lady… same as my mother. My head is too occupied that I missed to see the traffic light changed into red, before I realized A sixteen-wheeler truck smash the left side of my car, like a lightning. I bounced many times and a blinding light covers me. There are people around me, a woman with a cherry lip and a figure of a man. I’ve been here before; I saw this before. That’s what my mind is telling me. I am trying to regain my consciousness as I try to figure out who is this woman holding me, or is there even a woman… am I dead? Who are they, they are speaking but my ears cannot hear. I try to be conscious but my eyes were heavy... I cannot

And the pieces she'd torn apart with her own hands this time were her final leverage. I was already dead. But her descent into hell was only just beginning. This birthday banquet might be her final celebration. "That deserves a toast," I thought. Soon, the guests began to arrive. They kissed Esme on the cheek, showering her with warm wishes. Not one of them mentioned my name, except for the old family butler, Brendan Pace, who asked softly, "Where's Claudia? Why don't I see her?" Dad gave a derisive snort. "She's dead!"

It seems their house was the last one left to kill and her blood boiled at the realization that the old people of the town has been murdered. “Well, it seems I finally got my answer,” Kyle said with an evil smile and his eyes fell to the side to see the others whose eyes were filled with horror when they saw the body lying on the floor. Kyle continued, “So after many years, the Blackburn finally resurfaced, but with something interesting. Is it true that one among you is going to bring an end to us? To our immortality?” he questioned.

The horror and the destruction, including the hurt, goodbye, worst along with the agony, despair, and pain that causes her longing and empty life flashes back and everything directly toward her. “TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT, IN THIS GAME OF THE WORLDS AND DIMENSIONS, YOUR BOTH INEVITABLE DEATH IS ABSOLUTE.” Covering her ears as her eyes turns into the terrible horror that her heartbeat with dread and her mind reminds her of the unforgiving past. She remembers it clearly now the face of the devil, the sin and the shard and embodiment of one of the primordial sins. The destruction it causes and the very reason that she had nothing now, loses everything including them both, and where she now finds hers

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.

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

"I only came tonight so you'd know I'm awake. So you'd spend every night from here wondering when. That's all tonight was. A hello." It stepped back. The dead stepped back with it, in order, that order I knew from the wrong end of a battlefield. The cold drew off our fires and the flames stood up straight again, and the thing wearing Corvus walked backward into the dark of the dead ground without ever turning the body's back to us, watching Amara the whole way, until the dark closed over it and the dead with it and the cold went with them, eastward, home to the ground we'd thought we'd emptied. For a long while nobody moved. The fires popped. Somebody was crying, quiet, one of Rell's, the yo

Daniel asked, a confused expression claiming his face now. “Cayden killed Carlot.” I told him and his expression blew up in shock. I ignored it. “And now, I’m going to kill Cayden.” I said and started strolling away again, leaving him to the staggering news. The tides have changed their course and the table has been flipped over. There was once hope for the redemption of a Cruel Alpha but now, that Alpha has done the insufferable and so he must be buried in the depths of demise.