Dead Man Review Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to leave you here. You might eat all of them.” “Do not you trust me?” “I don’t trust creatures like us.” The two started walking outwards. Hugo teleported with Raven and Damon down to where the dead people were. Hugo immediately checks their pulse rate. “They are still alive,” said Hugo. “Weak, but alive.” “Still alive?” Damon asked. They are overlap and all have wounds on the side. “Help ...” a man said softly at the bottom. “Dude, he’s still alive,” said Damon. Damon sat down and talked to the man. “We can’t get you out of the bottom. You all have wounds. ”

I groan inwardly. She opens the door for the man who calls himself Butcher. He looks like one. Very bulky and tall. One thing amuses me tho, his eyes. His eyes are dead. He's a killer, a cold bloody killer. He eyes meet mine and he calculates for a few seconds in his head if I'm a threat or not. I send him a cold smile, he could be a monster but when his eyes leaves mine and soften when he looks at Davinia, I know immediately that he would never hurt her.

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

There was no life in his eyes when he killed Jade. Jade was killed with one shot. She did not struggle, and there was no last word from her. She just fell to the floor dead. I could swear that I saw genuine fear in her eyes when she tried to speak to me. What did she try to warn me about? If she was sent by another Mafia boss, was there some kind of message that the boss had for me against Alexander that Alexander himself did not want me to know about? Was she forced to be a spy? Was she genuinely scared?

Havermouth, Present Time “Do we cut him down?” Dan wondered looking up at the man who was slowly treading air above their heads. “I do not think that wise,” Sigrid shook her head. She had gotten a good look at the man’s face, and he was definitely dead, his neck twisted and his eyes vacant. The rope biting deeply into the skin under his jaw had broken the bone so that it pierced the flesh. That he was still moving told her everything that she needed to know. “He is a zombie, but not like the ones that Leighton has been helping. He is dead. Hanging is probably the safest spot for him to be or he will be attacking people.”

Then, at the last second, I stepped sideways, making the man go stumbling past me. I reached down and drew the dagger from the dead man's chest and rattled around. The man turned around and charged again, but this time, I had already regained my stance. Still, on my knees, I leaned forward and threw the dagger. I watched as the blade spun end over end, then finally nestled itself into the man's heart. Two of the hefty men had just been murdered by me with their weapons. Then I thought they should have crafted their weapons less sharp. Perhaps, it might not be a fatal blow for them like this.

There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. I hope that you enjoy Alpha of the Dead. --Sydney

★★★★★ UNKNOWN LOCATION* A masked man pulled down his face cap as he walked into the unknown building, he got to a certain room and walked in fully. In there, Alejandro sat gallantly smoking aggressively from his pipe. His eyes was damn red as his blood boiled. He had just gotten news that Yasmine is dead and he couldn't help but get deranged. His veins were popping out of his neck as he puffed in the tobacco which was holding his breath. "Boss!" The masked man called as he approached Alejandro.

Dave paced the length of the hotel room, his hands clenching and unclenching into fists. Mandy sat on the edge of the bed, watching him anxiously before turning to the hefty man standing in front of them. “Are you sure he’s not going to survive?” she asked, her voice laced with urgency. The man, known only as Red, smirked. “I’m sure. I hit him hard, right on the head. The force alone was enough to kill him. If you must know, I’ve never failed a mission. That’s why I come highly recommended.”

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.