Dead Dr Strange Novels & Stories

“It's you, Lightning. Then I laughed alone, you killed me and we went to hell together." Ragnar narrowed his eyes. For a while it seemed possible. His mind struggled with the concept. Strybjorn was probably right. Maybe their corpses are behind the ruins of Lightning Village. The journey to Ruswick, the journey to the wolf, was perhaps the final illusion of his diseased brain, a hallucination, and he died headlong. Maybe they really are dead now. They could have killed each other and gone to hell together. Ragnar fought for patience. You smell stagnant water and mold and mildew and inhale the contamination. He saw bloodstains on the corpse of a previously killed Nightcrawler. Feel the cool c

Selvara screamed. "I am fine," I called back though I was not fine at all. Draven smiled. "One more strike and this is over." He raised his sword for the final blow but before he could swing, something strange happened. His body froze and his eyes went wide. Then he collapsed. I stared in shock as Draven fell to his knees and blood poured from his mouth. "What..." he gasped. Behind him stood Ronan with a dagger in his hand and the blade was coated in poison.

“What’s more? He is the only one who can kill the Moon Stone Alpha and bring me my Nicolette!” “As you wish lord...then I will reactivate his system!” The water in the container drops slowly and the body hanging from the metal wires begins to move. When the fluid has dropped totally, the man in front of me opens his eyes. “Get him some clothes!” “Now!” The man in front of me looks around bewildered... “Welcome back to the world of the living Diego...Darren’s younger brother!” “Who is Darren?” “Your brother... But he’s dead.”

Each time felt like the first time where she felt terrified and useless, where she was trapped in a dark room and also tortured to her death. They say if you see yourself dying in the dream then that means someone else is going to have the fate you had in the dream. Well for her at least that was true. Last time she had this dream someone indeed died. And that someone was none other than Dr. Jason who is the common face on the news.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

“I’m not a hostage. And I’m sure as hell not staying in this mansion while someone abducts children to get to me. So tell me. Who?” Malrik’s stare was unblinking. Predatory. Cold. Beautiful. “His name is Drael.” The hallway tilted under me. “Drael,” I repeated. “As in—” “My brother.” Silence dropped like a hammer. Drayan looked between us, jaw clenched. “He’s dead,” Malrik added. “Well apparently he isn’t.” “No,” Malrik said again. “He’s dead.” I narrowed my eyes. “Then how did a dead man with silver eyes send a bleeding child to your front door?”

"Now I want you to really think about what you are going to do, because that was my last warning. I will not tolerate your insolence. Do you want him to die?" I shake my head, my voice low and broken. "Please don't hurt him, I'll obey." he runs his fingers down the side of my face gently, wiping away the tears. "That's a good girl, if you eat this porridge I have bright, I'll unchain you. How about that?" "who are you?" I whisper, looking into his green eyes. he smells like a rogue, but also not like a rogue. It was confusing. "I'm Drax stone. The leader of the rogues, their alpha as some say." He says with pride, "I have allowed myself to build the biggest army that any pack has even seen w

and with that he left her room. "I'll never get exhausted from seeing your face," Ava sighed "What did hell am I doing? I'm not falling for Vador,I'm not falling for the dark lord," and with that she fell asleep. The next morning Vador was seated at the dining table waiting for the maids to bring his food ,not that it was of much use,he needed human blood but had to cope with bags of blood as he was warned in the last council meeting against killing female vampires just to quench his thirst. He had killed over fifty female vampires in a roll.

Idris descended on top of the bodies, smirking and clasping his bleeding stump of a wrist. "That is my work," he said proudly. "I killed them and lived their lives for months without fail. No one noticed. When I gave out orders, they all listened. I even fooled your parents. Shame I did not do it long enough to kill them. I must say, it helped that Aldonra controlled their life forces for as long as their bodies could take. In the end, they just had to die. Their servants did not care for them that much. Now they are a part of our cause."

"When are they here to intercept and kill me?" Then, continuing ahead, he bellowed murderously as he walked, "Come on! Take my head if you want—best deal ever, worth a billion spirit stones!" His expression darkened once again, whipping out the Dharmic Cutter as he swung it a gigantic boulder. Boom! As the boulder was reduced to a million tiny pieces, the black-clad men behind it were left gaping in disbelief. Their own blood was quickly dyeing their robes red, and with a loud hiss, their bodies exploded!