Dead Cells Crossovers Novels & Stories

Flying from every stone turret were the Death-Banners. They weren't cloth. They were long, streaming ribbons of black silk, each one embroidered with the names of the Cruz and Cole lines in silver thread. It was the Council’s official declaration of a Dead Territory. It meant the land was no longer protected. It meant anyone could hunt here. It meant we were already considered ghosts. "They’ve claimed it," Harrison said. His voice was a low rumble of grief. He gripped the silver pike until his knuckles bled.

The "First Breach" was a sensory unweaving of the North’s foundations. As the "Abandoned Drafts"—the wolves made of "Redacted" static—poured through the black-and-gold door, the vibrant atmosphere of the "Unmapped" realm began to stutter. These were not the "Genesis Legion" or the "Mosaic" refugees. They were the "Scentless Echoes"—versions of the Blackwood and Thorne warriors who had been deleted during the Architects' various resets. They carried the "Ink" of their own cancellation like a terminal plague.

She only wanted to sleep now. It was just as she was ready to go to sleep that she heard her phone start to ring. She immediately received the call as she glanced at the bathroom door. "Luna?" "Yes." "Luna, we have got everything you need." We got the secret of Alpha Curl's death." Jennifer's heart was pounding. "What did you find out?" Then she heard the cruel reality of betrayal, "Nicole and all the officials of the Blood Pearl pack were behind his death. Nicole was the one who gave Alpha Curl the wrong medicine for years. Alpha Curl was completely unaware of the situation. However, there was a time when he questioned it when he felt ill.

I hadn't even noticed her there. There was something wrong. I could sense it. I ran to the lair to find Suzanne there laying next to the body we had just bought. She had drawn some dark sigils on her flesh and she held the dead girl's hand. "Wh- what." My voice shook. "What are you doing?!" She gave me a weak smile. "That part is obvious." She was right. It was obvious. She was transferring her spiritual energy to fuse with the damaged heart of the dead girl. What I didn't understand was why she was doing something stupid enough to kill her.

Those were just for show anyways. As Astra stepped out, she quickened her steps down the hall, her bare feet padding against the cool cement ground. Such a shame she was going to miss such a good show. Celia's POV She's had enough. Without another thought or word, Celia tangles her claws in Zomb and traitor's hair, before smashing their heads together hard enough a crack was heard. One of their skulls had been broken, and to be honest, Celia didn't care to see which one. They both dropped down, the one with the wings not moving, and the other one looking like she was asleep.

Jayden continued, "And the dried blood is a dead giveaway too.” "Leave it alone, you guys. Again, Grace uttered, "Let the dead rest in peace.” Vivian informed the others, "She's got a point." When Jayden's phone rang, he answered it. He waved the phone in front of his peers after he had finished speaking with the person at the other end of the line. “Sorry to spoil your discovery, guys, but we have to leave,” he told them. Almost time. We don't have much to offer. One of the boys responded,"

It was William, the Alpha from the Ice Plains Pack, standing behind me. His voice was filled with sorrow, "When you sent him to the Ice Plains, I knew he died painfully. But I didn’t expect... A ten-year-old cub, betrayed by his pack, mauled by lone wolves, abandoned by his father... and forced to watch himself bleed to death." Andrew's final memories were of waiting for death. Even if I had reached him in time, I wouldn’t have been able to save him because the only crystal healing chamber had been taken over by Lucas.

“We need you to be stronger than ever. We make our stand in this realm; once we win, all of the realms are ours.” She nodded. “You know what you have to do.” Geoffraine said and she raised her arms. The ground broke underneath them as The Dead crawled out from every hole and crevice, every male, female and unnnamed that ever lived and died in all the realms. Beasts that went extinct millions of years ago rose to fight once again and the end was inevitable. There was no fighting Death, there was only acceptance. The clash between the living and the dead nearly tore the realm apart.

It’s not just that I’ve manifested the power of my family’s crest on day one. I saw a corpse. Someone catastrophically important will die during the next Mortal Verse games and Solantis will go to war.

He held his arms out wide as he walked amongst the bodies around him, dripping his virus onto their dissolved remains. Neeb rushed up the levels, to begin pushing the bodies over the edge. Their heads shattering against the stripped bones below did nothing to deter Cosmo. He chose his path carefully and muttered to himself as he dripped life back into those who had it stolen from them. “The dead do not betray me” he chanted, as the bodies around him twitched “lift your broken souls from the debris. Trust my stolen heart, kill those who tore you apart.” I heard someone gasp in a lungful of the poisonous air, before another’s mouth fell open; their teeth breaking into pointed shards.