Dead Cells Crossovers Novels & Stories

A crimson banner of text bled across the sky outside my window, visible only to those already marked. The global announcement pulsed with a cold, digital heartbeat. "A-Class Instance: 'Apocalypse Academy' initialized. Five new players randomly selected. Commencement in thirty minutes." On the muted TV screen below it, a news anchor’s face was grim. "…confirmed. The legendary player known as Gale-001 has been declared deceased within the S-Class Instance 'City of Mists.' The Crescent Guild reports her entire inventory of Artifacts is missing. Sources are reliable."

Assets = people. Then, on the circled page, two lines. Jin Kwon — reacted to DECAY as a charge, not a rumor. Classified by Marcus on sight. Marcus asked: what lab. And under it: LUS narrates the dead freely. Goes silent only on the living. Torres. Jin. She underlines the last one. The room is colder after she writes it. Outside, the base keeps being alive. A door eases shut. VIBE murmurs. The gate holds in the dark.

It laughed so hard that even some of the crying stopped — people freezing mid-sob, stunned by the sheer insanity of the sound. I could feel it vibrating through my chest, every note cutting through my ribs. When it finally stopped, it wiped an invisible tear from the corner of its eye and said, still chuckling, “Have you forgotten?” Its grin twisted. “You’re also dead.” The man’s mouth fell open. “W-what?” he whispered, barely audible. The Game Master leaned down until their foreheads almost touched. “Dead,” it repeated, dragging the word out like a lover’s whisper. “Every single one of you. Including you. You died. You’re not alive.”

Jane repeated herself, though she sounded far less confident this time. “…Baby Victor.” Jayden looked from her to me. Then back to her again. “…What exactly is a Baby Victor?” I rubbed a hand over my face. “This is going to sound absolutely ridiculous.” “It already does.” Jane took a careful step forward. “The old records mention rebirth.” Jayden didn’t interrupt. “They suggest that when certain ancient creatures die, their souls don’t disappear forever.” He still said nothing. “They’re… reborn.” Jayden slowly nodded.

I dealt fatal blows to at least two that tried to attack me, but the rotten parts of their flesh that I cut remained the way it was and the normal flesh on the ones that had consumed blood healed itself at a rate even shifters didn’t possess and they kept fighting like nothing was done to them even while severely injured. Now I understood why the others could not defeat them, it wasn’t just because of their strength or speed, it was their resilience. I guess it made sense in a way. They were called the dead ones, they were literally corpses that were roused by whatever force had been released from the nether realm. You can’t kill what was already dead. But if that’s the case, then we’re all

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.

Looking at it, I smiled wryly and said with a heavy heart, "It's meaningless now. I don't mind cutting that piece of flesh away. Just go ahead with the skin graft." After what happened during the earthquake today, I'd finally realized that there was no longer a future for us. Just then, my phone rang. It was Meghan. Why was she calling me now? Did she finally remember me after settling her first love in? I secretly flashed a bitter smile. My fingertip hovered over the screen for a long time before I finally answered. "Darling, where are you? I heard the earthquake around your company was really bad. Are you okay? Why haven't you come home yet?"

She acted as though she was victorious and patted my cheek. "Don't try so hard to get back up. Instead, do your best to leave this world. It'll be a relief to you too. After your death, all your family's assets will become Peter's. "In the end, my child will inherit them." My mind was overwhelmed with all sorts of surging emotions. Snippets from the past started to piece together in my mind, and various thoughts filled my head. My intense emotions urged me to get up as soon as I could. Oblivious to the changes within me, Selena braced herself to continue hurting me.

“It doesn't. I'll deal with you later.” I wondered what business he could possibly be up to. Pizza delivery? Did Death have a side job to make a little extra cash? The woods began to thin, turning to birch and saplings, then finally a dusky field that seemed to stretch on for eternity. It was a bluish sea of herbs, brambles, and rolling grass, stunted by ominous boulders and lonely trees. The horse came to life in the open environment. Picking up pace, he neighed. I clung to the seat as the hearse sped up. Corpseboy seemed to be enjoying himself, back arched and hands spread to welcome the wind. “Hold on, little mortal!” Samael called.