Dead Heat Band Novels & Stories

She had escaped from the crypt. "He's not dead! He's not dead!" Daphne threw herself onto the coffin, pounding on the lid like a woman possessed, her voice so shredded it was barely human. "Stellan isn't dead! He's not dead! He's not dead! You can't bury him! He's really not dead!" The chapel erupted. Everyone stared at Daphne in shock, then at the coffin, then at each other.

We are making a special trip to Club Enigma to see a band called Revolution of Death. What’s so special about that? For starters Revolution of Death is an all-supernatural band that plays some eccentric shit ranging from jazz to punk. David turned Sage and me on to them a while back. Sage is into their sound and excited to see them live. Now for the part that makes visiting this band more exciting for me.

he told the audience. Suddenly, an icy wind blew around after Adrastos announced Alejandro was dead. The audience gave a message on Live Suicide because they liked what they saw tonight. Comment box: @Zack Machess: Thank you Live Suicide for such an amazing night! I will never forget the crunchy sounds of his neck when it breaks and the face he makes when he is gasping for air. @Alessandra Banalle @LiveSuicide, you’ve never let us down, which is why I’d like to donate $50,000 to your account; please accept it.

The man’s voice kept talking… something about calling an ambulance, but his words sounded far away, muffled, like they were underwater. I could smell asphalt. I could taste blood. And through it all, one thought pushed its way through the chaos — not Daniel, not anger, not pain. Just this dull, almost detached realization: So this is how I die. God, what a pitiful way to go.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

Megs butt in! "What?! Are you telling me that I killed Deku without me knowing?!" "Hey. Guys! The doctor said, Deku died on heart attack. Don't blame her." Lara argued. "But do you really forget about Deku?" Driana asked and draw near me. "I didn't forget him—" I suddenly stopped talking when I saw Driana's mischievous smirked! "Nice." She whispered. Wait...

City D was always bustling with a lot of people walking side by side and filled with heavy traffic. However, today, the traffic seemed to be much heavier for there were many cars loudly honking as walking people filled the city. Even the swooshing of the wind and the leaves that danced along with it were moving about busily. It was already June, indicating the start of summer, the hottest season of the year. On this day, there was a certain transparent soul wandering about on the street. Who was this soul?

Coven House was dark and cold inside, with only red lights burning everywhere as if fires were lit in the middle of every room. The air was thick, hot, and stank of blood, clinging to everything like a mist. It wasn't something that could be wiped away by water – the scent remained even though someone bathed after. It was so strong one could almost taste it when they breathed. This coven was the stronghold of the Dark Shadow Coven, which, like the Gravefur Pack, was based on the East Coast.

They were absolutely terrified, as a contagious disease was no laughing matter in those days. Thus, without a moment's hesitation, Uncle Shawn nodded frantically. "Go cremate them at once! Get them out of here and burn them all right away!" He covered his nose and mouth as he spoke, as if the air itself were tainted with something filthy. Just then, the cleric jumped up and spoke with a pious look on his face, saying, "You absolutely can't do this, as our ancestors always believed that the dead must be laid to rest in the ground; otherwise, the lingering malice will be so profound that I'm afraid even I won't be able to keep it down."

His voice was getting frantic. Duke was not moving; his eyes were shut and his skin glistened with the first drops of rain that had come with the rumbling sky. “Duke!” Tim screamed. He had felt the panic in Jason’s voice and young as he was, he understood what that meant. Jack stood by the side, tears glimmering in his eyes. It seemed the boy had already given up on life before it started. “He is dead, is he not?” he asked.