Dead Dr Strange Novels & Stories

Taking a deep breath, he reached for it and saw it was his men from the hospital calling. He picked up and sighed. “Why the hell are you calling in the middle of the night? How is my son?” “DEAD.” Moore froze completely at the deep, guttural voice—thick and filled with menace. It was none other than Ste-phen Draven. “What?” Moore’s eyes widened. “Oh, you didn’t hear it clearly?” A mocking chuckle sounded from the other end—taunting. “Your son is dead, as promised, Mr. Moore. Alongside his friends and his men.”

​I stepped through the silver shield. ​The drones pivoted instantly, their sensors turning violet as they detected the new threat. I didn't swing the Scythe. I simply looked at the lead drone with the eye on my wrist. ​Delete. ​A bolt of violet lightning shot from the third eye. It didn't just hit the drone; it jumped. It chained from one mechanical wasp to the next, a parasitic virus of pure energy. One by one, the Reapers didn't explode—they simply stopped. Their wings froze, their lights went dark, and they plummeted to the sand like heavy, black rain.

I opened the video file I had recorded an hour ago. My face stared back at me pale, determined, and trembling. “My name is Sheila Drake,” I began in the recording, my voice steady despite the tightness in my throat. “I was declared dead a year ago in a fire set by my husband, Adrian Drake. What I’m about to share will expose the truth behind his empire, his company, and the blood he’s built it on.”

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

“I’m sending a helicopter to pick you up. You’ll be working with General Ethan Cole’s team. They’re on the front lines, and they need your help. You’ll be briefed when you arrive, but you need to come now.” Ethan Cole. I had met him briefly when I was first recruited for the military research program. He was a tall, commanding figure with a calm, authoritative presence. I had heard about his team’s efforts to contain the outbreak, and I knew he was a rising star in the military. But I also knew something else: he was special. He was one of the few survivors who had contracted the fever and survived—only he hadn’t just survived. He had gained powers. Powers that no one fully understood. Power

"Just—just stay with me okay? ” Her frail body convulsed under a violent cough which caused her shoulders to tremble with its force. My eyes bore witness to the gruesome scene where blood droplets struck the floor while I stood paralyzed by horror. A brief interlude emerged where all motion ceased. An unnatural and intricate terror spread through my body. This wasn’t morning sickness. A pregnancy complication was not the cause of this medical issue. This was something else. An entity of unparalleled malevolence stands before us. My fingers groped clumsily for my phone while numbness spread through them and panic blurred my vision. The call connection sound scarcely reached my awareness befor

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.

Guevarra’s liposuction. “Welcome back, Ginger,” Dr. Guevarra said with a smile on her face. “Are you ready to remove your bandage and see the result of your new appearance?” “Finally! I get to see the new me literally,” Ginger said. “And Ginger had already died three months ago. It’s Lucy Solace now.” “Well, that’s a nice name, Lucy,” Dr Guevarra said while gently removing Ginger’s bandage, and once removed, she handed over a mirror to Ginger.

Calvin stated and poured him a drink. Little Starky boy just did my job for me. I had a name and a species. Demacores were extremely sadistic creatures that were created by none other than Douchey Loki. I did not know specifics, but I would learn every single detail about them that I could. It made me wonder if this was the asshat that I would be destroying. Draxthi hummed and took a sip of his drink, grinning when he tasted it. His tongue slid over his teeth as if savoring every drop.

And I almost swallowed all my saliva when I saw Albus' body that was now decomposing and smelling so bad. I held on tightly to the bedsheet of the hospital bed. I was so scared, that was the truth. But despite struggling to stare at the evil spirit, I had to fight the fear to let him know he could not frighten me. But I was beyond shocked when I realized he was not a bad spirit because ... He was a Grim Reaper. The man in front of me now is very posture with his dark coat overlaid with a black cloak and black all over. He's even wearing a black Pandora hat.