Dead Man Walking Audiobook Novels & Stories

her feminine deep yet smooth voice bounced around the room filling up our attentive ears. "Someone here is the traitor and I'll be giving all of you just 48hours to surrender yourself. If I don't get a response from any of the seven of you then I'll advice you live the remaining hours of lives the way you wish and don't even think of acting smart cause I'll find you. You are all dismissed"

I start walking, my bag heavy against my back, the sound of my skates clinking faintly inside. Each step feels too loud in the empty street. My breath comes out in small clouds. There’s traffic a few blocks away, a horn blaring, but this street is quiet, almost deserted. I like to listen to the sound of my boots against the pavement and the ache still running through my legs. I’m halfway down when I hear someone behind me. A voice, calm but carrying enough edge to make me stop. “I heard your wolf died. I thought that was it for you.”

My hand clung to his like it was the one lifeline keeping me bound to this mad world. But here, in the half-dark, I could not shake the feeling that we were not alone. I tensed, my body going rigid. "Jamal… do you hear that?" It was distant at first, muted beneath the noise of fire and collapsing rock. Then it grew louder—a noise that wasn't a part of the cacophony above. Slow. Intentional. Footsteps. Not running. Not escaping. Walking. The kind of walk that belonged to a person who knew they had no reason to hurry. A person who knew they already dominated the room.

It laughed so hard that even some of the crying stopped — people freezing mid-sob, stunned by the sheer insanity of the sound. I could feel it vibrating through my chest, every note cutting through my ribs. When it finally stopped, it wiped an invisible tear from the corner of its eye and said, still chuckling, “Have you forgotten?” Its grin twisted. “You’re also dead.” The man’s mouth fell open. “W-what?” he whispered, barely audible. The Game Master leaned down until their foreheads almost touched. “Dead,” it repeated, dragging the word out like a lover’s whisper. “Every single one of you. Including you. You died. You’re not alive.”

"Mom, that wasn't doing good deeds. That was burning myself out to serve everyone else. "I don't want to live like that anymore. "I don't know how much longer my soul can stay here, but I've been feeling lighter and lighter. The police caught the people who hurt me, and whatever kept me here feels like it's fading too. "If I get another life... I hope I'm not your daughter again." When I finished, everything went silent. The desperation and madness drained from her face. She slowly reached for me. Then her hand dropped. A strange sound echoed around us, and somehow, I understood.

He yanked away like I burned. “Just walk. And be quiet.” I stopped trying. --------- We stopped at a black double door. It stood like judgment wide, waiting. He went in first. I stayed frozen, hand flat against the cold wall. I wasn’t sure I had the strength to go through. Then the door opened again. He nodded. So I walked into hell. --------- The room was dim. Silent. Except for the sound of someone crying. A man knelt on the floor, hands trembling, voice cracking.

The girls, Ameliah, and Dead Dom: “So everybody just saw the dead guy sit up and started talking right? Because I hit the ground pretty hard so I might be hallucinating.” Ji'lahni whispered as she stared at the dead man. “Hell yea we saw and heard him blow up that lady's entire life. When they said the dead will talk, I know damn well this isn't what they meant.” Lucky whispered. Dyelon and Montego stood stock still staring at Dom for what seemed like minutes but it was more likely a minute or less. Both Dyelon and Montego turn to Trixie who was speechless for the first time. She knew what they wanted to know from her, but she dreaded confirming what the dead man said. She couldn't form the

- Eilish. - Sy-y-yn ... - moaned a dead voice, full of dark horror. The ghoul's hands pressed to his stomach. - Where is my sy-y-yn? Suddenly, the walker looked around sharply, feeling the danger with the back of her head. Tamir stood in front of her and looked at her without any expression. The undead, with difficulty subordinating the broken body, slipped from their victim, moved towards the sorcerer. “I want to eat, Tamir,” the dead woman spoke in a hoarse, plaintive voice. - I am cold. And the child is crying... right here, - the dead hand poked at the wound on the head. - Crying...

As soon as Amelia picked up, it was a deep, raspy male voice—always sounded especially nice at night. "You cared too much about the head of the Johnston family." Carl's pale fingers flipped through a black-covered, yellow-paged book. It kind of looked like an old Book of Life and Death, with a creepy vibe you couldn't really describe. The two people standing next to him were both shaking, their legs just couldn't move at all. Amelia couldn't see this scene. Just by listening to the sound, you couldn't tell anything, you might even think he had already gone to bed.

She kept on mumbling and muttering as though there was a never-ending stream of confessions she wanted to make. "Finn, let's not ever meet again in the next life. Find a nicer woman, one that's a million times better than me. I owe you this. In our next lives, I'll make it up to you…" I drifted before her, reaching out as though to stroke her hair. However, my fingers went through her body. Ah, yes. I had died five years ago. I could no longer touch anything or hold anyone.