Dead Cells Crossovers Novels & Stories

“It’s rather shocking, but I’m telling you the truth.” He shook his head and then leaned against the nearest table and crossed his muscular arms. “The death number in Wild Crawler has been increasing,” he explained. “As a result, some of the corpses weren’t burnt or buried in a timely fashion. Two days ago, two of the guards of the mortuary were attacked. One died and the other was heavily injured. The one who survived reported what happened to him. He told Marley and Alpha Rayden that he’d been attacked by a corpse, only it wasn’t a corpse… it was a moving, breathing entity.”

"Celie and Terrance Ward are supposed to be dead. I'll help as well, but all of us need to keep this away from Valeur for long as possible. All of this started from his transmigration; therefore, he should be the one defeated and held accountable. It'll just take all of us working together... or he'll kill us off one by one. I've done my history on Valeur...he's not a demon I wanna encounter." Terrance and Phuture both glanced at each other after being approached by Death, but neither of them sought out a reply. The two of them had so much history with Death, so many memories flustered their brain at once when she arrived. The stunned duo remained quiet and, in their heads, Phuture felt nost

(Nico) The phone buzzes across my bedside table just as the sky starts to get light. Ramos. Not a man who calls unless something’s gone sideways. I answer. “Detective.” “You up?” he asks. “I am now,” I say. “But go ahead.” “It’s Cross.” A pause. Damon Cross is a real thorn in my side. I need to shut him down. “Damon Cross is dead.” I sit upright. Okay, that will work. “How.”

The Unspeakables nodded at him, and disappeared into tall green flames after calling 'DOM, Ministry'. --------------------- a/n: Still in doubt if I let Shuri get killed or not. And no, Akeno will definitely not be a wife of the MC.

His body began to crack and break apart, dark energy leaking from every fissure. "This isn't over," he gasped. "Others will come. Others who seek what your daughter represents." "Then we'll face them too," Dante said, standing beside Aria. "Together." Vane's body crumbled to ash, blown away by a wind that seemed to come from nowhere. With his death, the remaining Bloodborn suddenly collapsed, their corrupted life force tied to their creator. The clearing fell silent except for heavy breathing and the sounds of wounded warriors. Then Luna laughed. A pure, delighted baby laugh that echoed across the battlefield.

One word caught my attention: Deceased. My heart skipped, and I scanned the page more closely. His name was written repeatedly, and always alongside a grim, recurring phrase: Future Luna. I turned to the next page, my pulse quickening as I read. —— “Selene Mooncrest, 25yo F - Future Luna: Missing… update: Deceased. Mooncrest confirmed dead after disappearance. Mate bond broken.” —— “Yana Marksmen, 23yo F - Future Luna #2: Deceased. The body was found, bitten beyond recognition. The Alpha has been cleared of misdeed since guards saw the bride well after the marking.”

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

"The coastal station is compromised. There’s an old subway tunnel five miles from here that leads to the 'Dead Zone'—the ruins of the first city. That’s where Life Zero began." ​We ran. ​The five miles felt like five minutes. With the Scythe active, my physical limits were gone. I was a blur of violet light, and Julian—connected to me through the bond—kept pace, his movements fluid and lethal. We were no longer a doctor and a patient; we were two halves of a single, devastating storm. ​We reached the entrance to the "Dead Zone"—a rusted iron gate swallowed by overgrown vines that pulsed with a strange, sickly blue light. This was where the "Modern World" ended and the "Supernatural World" be

In this life, consider it a debt repaid. Finally, on a night one month later, Stellan died. When he went, his lips were still moving. I had to lean close to make out the word. It was Ansel's name. I stood in the doorway of the cell for a long time without speaking. Then, I had his body wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into the common burial ground. It was not an act of cruelty. He simply did not deserve more than that. Daphne died a few days later. She starved to death. From beginning to end, I never went to see her again.