Dead Calm Novel Novels & Stories

They were sentenced to ten years in prison, and their business went bust. Our mother was a headstrong woman. When she was told of her punishment, the woman blacked out. Her mind was never the same since then. … After the Landtons took Melanie back, she was trapped in a villa on the outskirts. Three months of torture later, the demon named Jonathan ended her life. The Landtons told everyone she died of illness and buried her somewhere haphazardly. The body was found by a janitor who cleaned the place every month. The whole villa was covered in a foul stench, but Jonathan carried on with his life like the smell did not exist. It was something straight out of a horror movie.

My death would already devastate her. I didn't want her to see me in this state, but I no longer had a physical body. All I could do was watch helplessly as the butler made the call. Soon, accompanied by the screech of brakes, Sarah stumbled into the room. I watched as her face filled with terror. "Melinda! My dear Melinda!" She cried out and rushed toward me. However, I was already a cold corpse. All I could do was watch as she collapsed beside me, her trembling hands reaching out to touch my disfigured face.

The blame rests entirely upon my actions. His arms tightened around me. Against my hair he murmured the words, "No, it’s not." My attempts to halt the progression proved futile. The sensation of it taking place reached my awareness. That spiraling sensation. The oppressive burden suffocates and compresses. The event extended beyond her mere passing. This event marked his demise as well. The memories returned with relentless force, sweeping through my consciousness as an unyielding tidal surge. An additional firearm discharge occurred. Another friend gone. A lifeless body rests at my feet.

Life couldn’t have been better. Despite that, I couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the Duttons were up to. I knew that as long as they didn’t find a body, they wouldn’t declare a death. This led to endless speculation in society about whether the two of us were truly dead. Rumors and gossip spread everywhere, but I remained unmoved. Every day, I soaked up the sun, watched handsome men by the sea, and lived a life of pure indulgence. After half a year, though, I started to get a little bored.

Chapter Two - Investigation Unknown POV *Present day* The sound of honking horns and shouting filled the brisk morning air—the constant clicking of a camera shutter beside me. The yellow tape was swaying in the cold winter wind. My fingers grew numb in the latex gloves needed to collect any potential evidence. The smell of piss, blood, and decaying flesh filled my nose. After three years of this, it never gets easier. Some say that once it becomes easy. Once the unsolved murders stop haunting your dreams and you stop caring about the body in front of you, you've lost your soul to the devil.

POV MADDISON The red laser dot danced across Caleb’s chest, a bloody eye marking the exact target for a lethal round. In the absolute darkness of the dead security alcove, my breath froze in my throat. The scent of our shared climax still hung thick and heavy in the cramped space, clashing violently with the sudden, metallic tang of impending death. Caleb didn't flinch. His long, elegant fingers remained hovered over the dead terminal keys, his expression locked in a mask of pure, unbothered arrogance.

REMY POV Sleep didn't come. It hovered at the edges of my vision, a tantalizing shadow, but the cold would not allow it to sink in. Without my jacket, the air in the Deadlands bit through the thin fabric of my shirt, sinking into my marrow. I hugged Sayler tighter, pulling his small, warm body against my chest, absorbing his heat as much as offering it. He was dead to the world, his breathing a soft, rhythmic rasp that was the only living sound in the vast, crushing silence.

The aftermath all around us was a blackened bone picture of destruction painted in soot colors. Callum had been willing to plumb in service of his perverted philosophy, and I had seen the depths of depravity. Seen personally the terrible, blasphemous monstrosities he was ready to release onto the planet. Recalling the visceral terror of those...things rising from the consecrated ground to attack us made me physically sick. Darrel was either a blithering moron or... if he had no idea the whole degree of Callum's craziness. My eyes closed as I examined the lonesome man among the wreckage. No, the Darrel I knew or had known once upon a far-off lifetime was far too sensitive and tuned to the cur

The cold, dead numbness had taken over every corner of my mind, locking away the pain so deep that I couldn't feel it anymore. I looked up at the grey horizon, watching the distant city lights flicker on as the evening sky turned dark. The wind howled across the open water, blowing my hair across my face, but I did not move. I sat on the edge of the abyss, completely calm in the silence of my own ruin. I realized that the Serena who had entered that marriage was officially dead. The naive wife who cried for Damien's affection was gone forever, buried beneath the weight of his family's cruelty. Whatever came next in this empty, uncertain life, I would never let another human being break me ag

Wilbur shouted all of a sudden, "Augheimer, don't look him in the eyes!" Augheimer locked eyes with Adela and felt his mind promptly go blank. Wilbur exploded with an even more powerful energy aura, and Adela struggled with all his might but was unable to escape. He turned into a skeleton instantly before turning to dust and scattering into the air. The energy aura disappeared, and Wilbur fell onto the ground in the sitting position as his chest heaved. Augheimer returned to his senses in a panic, asking, "Wait, where's Adela?" "He's dead."