Dead Dr Strange Novels & Stories

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

They looked pitiable, lying there in different positions, grabbing their necks as something choked their lives away, just the way Jason had envisioned it. Jason’s uncle watched from behind them, terrified. In all his years on earth, he had never seen anything like this. It was too sweeping to be a coincidence; everybody could not just start choking to death. He saw the angry look on Jason’s face before Jason’s eyes rested on him and quickly retreated into the safety of his house. That was the last day the man went near Jason or his siblings. It was also the day Jason started seeing the ascian. No matter when he came out, no light could cast his shadow.

Drake thundered,his voice assertive and stern. “ Drake you can't do this to me. I need to see a medical doctor immediately. I don't understand what's happening to me. If I don't see a doctor,I might die.” Drake hissed. " I'll be expecting your corpse at home then. Don't worry,up look for the best morgue in town for you.” Drake answered and the line went dead.

No loose ends. Three dead. At least two remaining in the dark. Draven moved like a shadow-spirit—unhurried, precise, absolute. He opened another rogue's chest with a backhand sweep that sprayed red across the cedar walls. The last survivor panicked, shifting back into his human form to scramble toward a dropped hunting knife. I was already there, my boot coming down hard on his fingers until the bones popped.

Large black claws appeared first. Then another while the earth cracked apart further as a massive figure slowly rose from beneath the rubble. Everyone stared in absolute horror. Even the captured elders collapsed to their knees immediately. “…Impossible…” one of them whispered. The creature’s glowing crimson eyes slowly opened in the darkness. Ancient, monstrous and terrifying. Then—Another figure stepped out behind it. Tall, covered in blood and dust. Draven... He is Alive. But something about him had changed completely. His crimson eyes glowed unnaturally bright now while dark energy curled around his body like living smoke.

He blinks and a bat with bloody spikes was pointed at him. He is sure that it will be very painful, and in one shot he'll die. He closed his eyes, and the bat met his forehead. Worm-like holes were buried in his forehead, and blood was dripping to his neck. His face was covered with blood, and his eyes turned white. He's dead. Kristine's next. He kneeled next to Lance's dead body and pulled a white string from the dead body. The white string turned into a ghost, pulled away to its body. The ghost was sucked by a purple orb, floating up from Draven's back.

the voice chuckled, “were a pain to get.” “What’s the hell…” I whispered under my breath. The screen blinked again — now showing a faint image of what looked like… a mask? Smiling, expressionless, like a porcelain doll. “You’re probably wondering what this is,” the voice went on, still smug and snaky. “Short answer? You’re all dead. Long answer? Congratulations — you lucky little corpses have been chosen for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” My blood ran cold. “Dead?” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel my hands trembling.

She said, “He is Doctor Andrews's nephew but unlike him, he is very strict. All the girls are crazy about him but he doesn’t even spare them a second glance. That is why we call him Doctor Strange, you know because he is strange.” I burst out laughing when she explained. I was about to ask further when a screeching veil thundered in the hallway, “Help! Someone please help us.”

“You sided with monsters. Your Luna poisoned Doris. Your warriors helped slaughter innocent people. That wasn’t a mistake.” Drake started shaking harder. “I swear—” Before he could finish, my father suddenly appeared behind him. Alpha Stone’s claws shot forward without hesitation and pierced straight through Drake’s neck. Blood exploded everywhere. Drake’s eyes widened in horror as choking sounds escaped his mouth. Blood poured heavily down his chest, soaking the ground beneath him. My father ripped his claws back out. Drake collapsed instantly. Dead. I stared at Dad in shock. “You killed him.” Dad’s expression didn’t change.

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