Dead Man Walking Audiobook Novels & Stories

He said so softly that if I didn't possess werewolf hearing I wouldn't have been able to hear him. "Shh." I murmured as I looked down at the dead man's head, he had light brown hair and I braced myself as I slowly nudged his body with my bare feet and turned him over and stared right into the empty, blood filled holes where his eyes were supposed to be.

"What did you hear?" "Footsteps," Elias whispered, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. "A single set of heavy, deliberate footsteps. Someone was walking calmly through the restaurant. No rushing, no panic. Just a slow, steady stride cutting through the dark. And then, dead silence again. It felt like an eternity passed before the main doors were finally burst open from the outside. I heard multiple, frantic footsteps rushing in, shouting, and then someone touched my pulse. That’s when I blacked out for good."

I didn't look back. We walked for hours. The Deadlands were a physical weight. The air was thin, making every breath feel insufficient. The gravity felt heavier here, dragging at our limbs, turning every step into a battle. There was no wind. No sound of life. Just the crunch of our boots on the volcanic glass. Nash trailed behind us. I could hear him. The ragged drag of his breath. The scrape of the crutch. The wet slap of his burned foot hitting the ground every time he stumbled.

"That man is gone now, he's dead and never coming back to haunt you anymore" Cornell Patterson mostly known as Dark Blood was shot dead by Liam when he tried to escape from them during his arrest on his property a week ago. Alice was able to find most of his documentations in his room and she eventually got the real name of Dark Blood. "I know he's dead mom, but it's hard to get over such traumatic experience. The damage has already been done and there's nothing that can be done about it". "There's something that can be done my child, there's a therapist we've being referred to that can help you get over this".

My knees wobbled as I started to get dizzy. Unfortunately, I bumped into someone. I wasn’t sure if my reflexes were slow but as soon as I turned around, whoever I bumped to was gone. I was sure that it was a guy. I heard his voice. “Fucking tomato,” he insulted my hair probably. I was too weak to even give a fuck about him. I was still getting weaker and weaker for I don’t know what reason. I know I wanted a way out of my father’s inauguration but holy fuck, did I not wish that something bad would happen to me! I would be alright with getting sick… but this… it’s different. I feel like someone was purposely taking the life out of me.

My heart sank. I gestured an apology to the manager and got up to leave. Before I even reached the first-floor reception area, I heard a shrill wailing that drew the attention of many employees. "Everyone, look! Look at this heartless man!" Sloane sat on the floor with her hair all disheveled, sobbing dramatically as tears and snot ran down her face. "My sister-in-law just died, and he's already running around with other women! He kicked our whole family out, including his sick mother-in-law! He stole our family's house and sold it for cash. He's trying to destroy us!"

I fall to my knees and double over for a second as the vision of Hugo fills my mind. In a flash, Doze is next to me. “I felt it too when my old man died. It should pass quicker for you because your wolf wasn’t really attached to him. Their souls never bonded,” he explains. I grunt and try to push to my feet but a wave of nausea hits me. “Just sit tight for a minute, I’m gonna get the hose,” he says, as I throw myself on my back. The feeling is like a bad leg cramp all over my whole body and for a moment, I can’t move.

I wanted to etch his face into my memory so that I could stay far away from him in the next life. Lifeless, he was no different from a dead man. As death crept closer, Daniel asked to see Jennifer. By then, she was heavily pregnant. She didn't come alone and brought several caretakers with her. This time, he didn't say anything harsh. He simply dropped to his knees before her. "Please, just tell me where Helen's ashes are. I'm dying. I won't fight you for anything. Please just give her back to me. I want to be buried next to her when I'm dead!"

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.

I sighed. “Looks like this place isn’t all that great. The quality is hit or miss.” Just then, two figures walked in through the door. Their silhouettes were familiar. Though they wore masks, it did not hide their impressive physiques. Even in such plain suits, they wore it with grace. My eyes brightened, and I straightened up in my seat. “I present to you, our signature gems!” the manager announced proudly. I waved my hand, signaling the manager to leave us alone.