Dead Cupid Novels & Stories

Azael laughed as he sat on the lone couch. "I assumed you were dead. Whoever shot you is a fucking wimp." Cuhen said. She's not sure if he's joking or serious. "When else will we be able to have coffee at your funeral?" Cuhen's words made her laugh in private. She, too, couldn't wait for Satan to kill Hudson one day. "We're only here to see you if you're still alive, dude!" Zyd Caiden grinned as he sat down next to her but still a long distance away. He's a Canadian.

Clarice asked, confused. Demetria approached the coffins. "Numbers 6 and 7 are twins. They kidnapped humans, draining their blood and selling blood like fruit juice in cans and bottles to vampires. Then they sell the corpses to bakery and restaurant owners to be made into pastries and food and sell them to unsuspecting humans," she explained casually without batting an eyelash.

“ I don't know. I just feel so. Your Dad had gone to the land of the vampires to kill as many of them. Now that he is back, you___” “Wait, Cupid, have you been infiltrating my Mom's mind?” “Yes, what do you expect? I was worried about your Dad. You asshole can be cold-hearted sometimes, I wonder. Thank God mate is not like you___wait I smell something nice..” he sniffed “Oh, my, oh, my, mate! Mate is here, mate is here. I want to get out. I just want to ravish her, I just want___” “Stop, stop Cupid! What are you even saying----” The smell hit me? She is here? What the heck is she doing here? Why can't she just listen to me for once and stay at a place?

New message. A photo of our cemetery, time-stamped five minutes ago. Fresh dirt disturbed. A shovel in frame. Under it, three words. DIG HIM UP.

Now, mom had fully shifted to a white wolf with shining silver furs and eyes. She looked helpless since she was bounded by magic and the same thing is applicable to Cedric and Hilda. "You know, I have thought of nine hundred and ninety nine ways to kill you over the millennium, Cedric." He snapped his fingers and candles were lit with fire that burned brighter than I had ever seen all over the cemetery. He pulled out a blade and pierced the snake right from the tail upward before throwing it inside the fire.

Robert Ovis handed Cupid the mirror with certainty. Cupid Ovis did not accept the mirror, but looked at Blaky Sudan and then looked at Robert Ovis, "Why do I feel that you are a bit like him?" "Nonsense, we are twins..." He and Cupid are almost identical, and almost no one can tell them apart except Mommy! So he's like this villain? Suddenly Robert Ovis felt a little uncomfortable too, but then he rolled his eyes, squatted in Cupid's ear and said, "I have an idea, let us do it..."

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.

she said, slipping off her shoes. I nodded and turned toward my room, my head still pounding. The pain hadn’t left—it had only deepened. Once inside, I collapsed onto the bed. And that’s when I felt it. The air shifted. A chill wrapped around my spine, crawling like shadows over skin. Then, I saw him. Thanatos. He sat beside me, cloaked in black, his presence like a void sucking the warmth out of the room. “Cullen,” he said, his voice deep, cold, and final. “You will suffer if you keep doing this.”

Cupid asked her mother innocently. "Because if you scratch her with the arrow while she sleeps, she will form a passion for the first one she sees when she awakes. And I will take care to supply her with someone very special. The lowest possible specimen of humanity, for one who has lost status, a man so disreputable that nowhere in the world can he find an equal in wretchedness." Cupid frowned. She was always delighted to perform her task, but she had never been asked to do such a vile deed.

I shout so loudly my voice cracks, only this time, I didn't say the last part in English-it was full on Latin. The Demon starts to convulse and Uncle John's already dead-looking flesh begins ripping away from the sockets connecting his arms, spilling out the pungent odor of death. My palm goes to my face as pain overwhelms me. Zack steps ahead of me, repeating my exact words. "Tulit autem dic mihi qua Skylar!" "Caemeterium..." Zull gets out before thick black liquid shoots straight up from his mouth, forming into the body of giant reptile with horns and spikey hands.