Dead Heat Novel Novels & Stories

Brandon's voice broke the silence, "When I came to, the drugs should've knocked me out for hours. The moment I opened my eyes, Noelle was right by my side. Man, it gave me quite the jolt. "And how is she still standing? With her heart condition and all those extra shifts she's pulled this month, she should've been a wreck seeing me 'dead'." Aria chuckled mockingly. "That woman doesn't care about you. If she did, she wouldn't have just stood there without batting an eyelash." I smirked at their words. In my previous life, Oswin had actually gotten sick from their little game and ended up dying of pure rage. However, this time around, I was given a second shot at life. I would never fall for t

Maya was in the supply room, counting soap, because apparently romance was dead but hygiene had survived and become everyone’s problem. “Bitten?” she asked. “Doesn’t look it.” “Armed?” “Knife. Bad one.” “Intent?” “Mostly desperate.” Maya put down the soap. Then Miles added, “Says his name is Dex Hartley.” For one second, the room became very still. Not outside. Outside kept being outside: wind against corrugated metal, distant dead dragging themselves through streets they no longer had appointments in, someone swearing near the water tanks because gravity remained a bastard.

I replied, “Chloe hates me, the children are with Julian, Liam is busy with his mission, I only have the recordings and my anger left.” Elena touched my hand gently, “You are not alone,” she said, “We are fighting with you, keep your head down and stay safe, I will send updates on the hearing.” I hugged her quickly before we parted, her words gave me small hope but the pain stayed heavy, I returned to the motel and listened to the penthouse recording again, Mr. Havisham’s voice admitting he killed Sarah made me cry but it also made me stronger, I would use it when the time was right.

I exhale quietly and follow them to the car. The drive back is short. Dorathy and Cade planned everything, including this... their final resting place on the property, close to the people they loved. As dark as it sounds, I understand it. Their love for each other was total. I can't imagine them anywhere apart, even now. But I can't stop seeing those caskets. Cold. Empty. Where are they? How do two of the most precise, calculated people I've ever known simply disappear? No remains. No leads. No. I refuse to grieve an empty grave. I need answers.

When the extreme-heat apocalypse arrived, surface temperatures reached 158°F, and the first group of people began moving to Frostpoint Base. As a scientist, my wife had two spots to bring family members with her. Everyone thought she would take me without hesitation. But in the end, she put the name of her graduate student on the application. "He's my student, and he doesn't have his parents with him. I can't bear to leave him alone in a place this hot." She submitted the application without a second thought. Her next words chilled me to the bone. "Ethan, you're different. You've been tough since you were a kid. I know you can survive until the second group is evacuated." I forced a bitter s

A deadly pain once he marks and mates with his fated mate. I lay down on the bed, grunts coming out of my lips. The moment I’d feel that specific burn, the burn where it may tell me if he had finally fallen to the lust their mate bond was pulling, I knew it would be the end of the both of us. And so I patiently wait. Waited for the painful truth of my mate’s betrayal.

When I regained consciousness, my whole body rattled from the piercing cold. Drystan wasn't lying. Whatever he did when he bit me filled me with raw fire, burning my insides to ashes. Once the pain pushed me to madness, I wished for death. I thought I had died when the relief finally flooded my senses. But I was still alive, and as the scorching flames left me, the slightest breath of wind sent icy needles to prickle my skin.

The night air cooled my face but it couldn't cool whatever he'd left inside my head. I ducked into one of the stalls. That's the only way I could get it off me. I ran the water in the stall and tried to wash it off me. Five minutes I was good. But when I stepped out, it returned. I was hard again. Fuck. Am I in heat or something? I didn't mind, just went into the night, without direction or location in mind. I rubbed my palms against my jeans like I could erase the feeling. Dael called. Voice high pitched like she'd been watching animation. “Karel? You didn't come. You're alright?"

Ultimately, it was Alice who got someone to deal with my rotting body. "How did it end up like this?" Lucas still couldn't accept the fact that I was dead. The sight of my dead corpse had been too much for him. He fell to the ground in disbelief as he continued mumbling to himself. "Wasn't she still alive and kicking two days ago? How could she die all of a sudden?"

POV: Mia (Zero) I didn’t ease back into myself. I snapped. One second, I was lost in the cold weight of silence—no breath, no wolf, no pulse in my limbs—and the next, I was choking on firelight and blood and the unmistakable scent of home. Darkhaven. Not burned. Not overrun. Still standing. But barely.