Dead Man Walking Novels & Stories

The pungent smell of their bodies was so strong that Aiden could smell it from so far out. “Walkers!” Aiden soon realised what they were once he spotted them. Walkers were the lowest form of Undead. They were easy to deal with for any strong Beastman and usually Aiden would not have bothered with them, but he was currently injured and could barely move a muscle. He wouldn’t be able to deal with them! This wasn’t the right time!

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.

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

"Eleanor, you're coming with me today. If you don't, I can't promise how many people will walk out of here alive." Liam's face changed instantly. "Eleanor, go. I'll handle this." Unfortunately, Brandon had clearly snapped when he couldn't get what he wanted. A gunshot rang through the room. Chaos erupted. Liam promptly shoved me toward the exit. However, he suddenly collapsed. When I turned around, it felt as though the blood in my veins had frozen. He was clutching his thigh, his face twisted in pain as blood poured onto the floor. My tears came before I even realized. My hands trembled as I fell to my knees, my hands hovering over his thigh. "Liam… Liam, are you okay? Don't scare me."

Zack" The king accompanied us through the door of the dead. We say our thank you and step inside the number one order of the king. We need to walk and move like a person because they might sense us. We will go past the dead person that is falling in line going through the purgatory. But our main problem is how can we pass Mr. Death because he was going to frisk us first before we could enter into the door through the purgatory. We line up together with the dead. We move and act like them. Walking slowly very slowly when looking at the ground Like I was walking almost beside me while we are going to the line I asked her very slowly if she is okay She shook her head and said “No I'm not It's

I scoffed and he turned around, "Of course it's you." His lips curled up in annoyance, "No, it's your father's dogs-" he said as he kicked the side of the man on the ground, "And I think there is more of them out here." I walked to him and took a closer look at the dead man and true, another one of my father's dogs. My jaw tightened, he made his life mission to hurt Cara now. I looked back at that fucker, my eyebrows pulled together, "Why you are here?"

Those kittens had meant everything to her and since that this also means to me. I couldn't drop eyes from her kneeling knees how she tried to warm the kitten with one hand and with another she slowly and carefully put the cat's bodies to the hole, some sobs left her mouth. With those sobs, I heard steps, and my body tensed immediately, I turned around and saw an old man. He was wearing a grey suit, on his head a hat it suited his suit, he looked neatly, not rich but really good in his suit, nowadays people wear casual clothes but some old men still wear costumes while they only walking in the park or reading ducks, as well as this man, did, while I have murdered his kind. He was walking with

Before she could recover, I held my phone out in front of her. "Sorry, this just popped up on my phone. I think you should see it." On the screen was a trending headline that had just broken: [Entrepreneur Samantha Fisher's eldest son, Bruce Hardman, meets a supermodel in the early hours; the two passionately kiss and enter a hotel.] Below it was a secretly filmed video. The timestamp showed it was from last night—after he had taken Sophie into the hotel and stayed for three hours, he came out and went straight to his second rendezvous of the night.

Audrey and a small team of Smoke-Walkers—whose wolf-blood provided a high metabolic resistance to the pheromones—had to crawl through the city’s secondary ducts, which were already being choked by white, spider-web-like fungi. In the dark of the vents, Audrey encountered a "Drowned" man—a Glass-Walker who had been taken by the forest weeks ago. He stood in the ventilation shaft, his skin replaced by thick bark, his eyes glowing with a soft, bioluminescent amber. He didn't attack; he just stood there, a living statue.

They were full of confessions and longing. He even lingered outside my office and apartment like a ghost. "Luna, I know you're in there!" he yelled from below. "Come out and see me! Just once!" Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, I looked down at the exhausted, crazy man and felt nothing. He thought killing everyone who hurt me would erase his sins. He thought dredging up the past would make me return. It was all too late.