Dead Cells Crossovers Novels & Stories

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.

“Be careful, Leah. I can't bring you back again. What happened before, the crossing, the return, that was only possible because of Andromeda. Her nature as a guardian of the underworld created a bridge between your soul and your body. Without her, without the specific circumstances of your death being written into fate, the bridge couldn't have been built.” “So, if I die again ...” “You stay dead.” No softening. No comfort. Just the blade-edge of truth. “And your daughter never exists. My mate never returns. Andromeda loses her host. Darien loses his bond permanently. Everything unravels.” The stakes weren't abstract anymore. They were a cascade. My death wouldn't just end me. It would end a

The packhouse was bustling with activity, but I tried to remain inconspicuous as I searched for Hugo. I took a deep breath and stepped into the packhouse. The familiar scent of wolves hit my nostrils, bringing back memories of my time as a prisoner. I cautiously roamed around the packhouse, trying to stay hidden. As I turned a corner, I saw Hugo sitting at the dining table with Dawn and another man I didn't recognize. The aroma of the food they were eating made my stomach rumble, reminding me of the meager meals I had in the forest dungeon. As I was about to call out to Hugo through the mind link, a warrior rushed into the dining room from another angle. He lowered his head in respect for Da

“I’m not going anywhere.” --- We entered the building cautiously, our boots crunching against debris scattered across the floor. The air inside was thick with the smell of decay, and the faint sound of shuffling echoed through the empty halls. Ethan’s team moved with precision, clearing each room as we made our way deeper into the warehouse. I stayed near the center of the group, my heart pounding in my chest as I scanned the area for anything useful. We had just reached the storage area when the first infected appeared. It came out of nowhere, lurching from the shadows with a guttural growl. Ethan reacted instantly, raising his hand and sending a wave of energy crashing into the creature, s

The Lighten coughs in blood trying to resist from the five beings. “This is hilarious! He really thinks he can still live after this.” Matteo grab the Lighten’s head and let him see the battlefield. “See?” The southern borders is covered with blood and corpses of the defeated battalion. The sand is all red, dark, and stinky. The battle has almost ended and the sight has brought pleasure to the victorious squad. “See?’’ “c-Cr-cro-crossbr-…crossbreeds…I-“ Matteo strikes him to death with his sharp stone mold. “That ends it here.”, Matteo satisfyingly said while looking at the dead Lighten.

With the angry waves crashing over the cliffs, there was no way her body could make it ashore alive. In just a second, for the proof of her death that she needed, she felt a snap in the Pack Link The connection she had with the Pack’s Luna is gone. Raven had really died “Long live the new Luna!” the Pack warriors who were with Celia earlier, greeted her from behind. Celia smiled her hold on her bloodless dagger relaxed, making it fall to the ground. It’s done. Celia slowly turned around to face her loyal followers who stayed true to her even when they found out that Celia did not turn out to be Lorcan’s rightful mate.

“We miss you Mom and Dad. Another year has passed here without you. So many things we have all missed in each other’s lives. But I know we will visit you in the sky when we cross over. We love you to the moon and back and not a day passes we don’t think of you.” I remember when Sloane was a young girl, terrified of the woods, and to calm her, I told her of the special way we honor our dead who died to protect their kin. I promised her that her parents would be welcomed in the sky and their spirits would live there in peace among the moon forevermore. It is the highest honor wolf kind can achieve, but the moon is not without mercy and exceptions can be made for its other children. And who bet

Kael tapped the screen, and the headline lit up instantly, bold and chilling: **"MYSTERIOUS DEATHS CONTINUE AMID ICE CIRCUIT: THIRD PLAYER FOUND DEAD OUTSIDE ARENA" I took a step closer, reading over his shoulder. The article described how, over the last four days, three players from different teams had been found dead in almoo similar conditions, no visible wounds, just collapsed in alleyways or locker rooms. And all within hours of finishing a game or training session.

“Clear. Nobody in here.” He shut the door. Returned her to the dark. “All checked, Father!” Father. Victor. The footsteps receded. Then silence—more suffocating than the violence itself—swallowed the Moretti Mansion whole. Isabella Moretti was buried there without a headstone, with the echo of gunshots that would never stop ringing in her skull. Fifteen years later, she rose from that grave as Elena Cross—a weapon forged from the embers of grief. ✘ ✘ ✘

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."