Dead Deku Novels & Stories

Then, Alice collected her thoughts and said to Dewey happily, "Congratulations, Master." "Hmm!" Dewey nodded. He was expressionless, but deep down, he still felt downcast. 'I've anticipated fighting with Kye, but he died all of a sudden, and my effort has gone to waste.' That caused Dewey to feel listless. 'This…' The disciples stared at each other, and they looked perplexed. 'The Sect Master is dead, and Dewey wants to take over the position as the Sect Master.' 'What should we do?' Little did those disciples know that Kye was not dead but only comatose. Darryl only said that to make Dewey give up.

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.

I didn’t imagine the voice. It was as clear as day, as loud as if she were standing right next to me. And even though my mind is doubting it, my heart knows for a fact that it was her. Except she’s dead. …Right? Or is she “dead” in the same way Headmaster Stroud suspects my father is dead? Meaning, alive somewhere. “Come on,” Alec whispers. He leads the way out of the bush, and we peek around the pool house’s corner. The coast is clear.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

' Serena, stripped of my support, went bankrupt. This was her intended ending anyway, so I felt no pity for her. As for Lark, without the abilities I bought for her, she died at the hands of her stepmother. The system was ruthless to the core. Before she died, she told her she was only good with the gun because of the purchase I made. Her lips moved, but she never managed to even say the words, "I'm sorry." Still, I no longer cared for their apologies. Finally, the system transferred my last reward. Two billion.

Something that could wipe humanity off the map. “The ones who survive… are becoming… something else,” I murmured under my breath, barely able to believe it. “Zombies,” I whispered. The word hung in the air. Rebecca shuddered. “I can’t believe it. It’s happening so fast. What do we do?” “We study it,” I said firmly, more to myself than to her. “I need to get to the bottom of this. We need samples, data, whatever we can get our hands on.”

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.

Then I turn the first card. Death. The familiar image appears at first — the dark rider mounted on a horse moving steadily forward while the world around him changes. Then the image shifts. The rider is no longer faceless. The armor is different. The posture is unmistakable. My breath catches. Kieran. Not exactly him… but close enough that the meaning settles instantly in my chest. The moment passes as quickly as it came. The illustration returns to normal. But the card has already said what it needed to say.

I wanted to hit him, and I wanted to pull him into a kiss that would stop both our hearts. ​"Every time we get intimate, I die," I whispered, my hand moving up to his chest, feeling the frantic thrum of his heart through his shirt. "Is that the curse, Julian? Or is it your mercy?" ​"It’s neither," he said, his eyes darkening as the Duke’s silver mist began to swirl in his pupils. "It’s the Debt. And right now, it’s hungry."

After a few seconds of silence from his end, he decided to speak up. "I don't know how to say this but I'm sorry to say that.......your family is no longer alive." "What rubbish are you talking about? How dare you joke like this, Mr. Gaikwad?" I rebuked him furiously. I wasn't going to believe such a thing.