Dead On Arrival A Novel Novels & Stories

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

The air was thick with the scent of damp concrete, old grease, and the sharp, chemical tang of ozone from a heavy-duty air filtration unit humming in the corner. The helicopter had dropped us on a deserted concrete pad three blocks away, leaving me to drag Malakai through the freezing, relentless rain. By the time I managed to get his massive, dead-weight frame through the reinforced steel security door of the bunker, my muscles were screaming and my clothes were soaked to the skin with a sickening mixture of rainwater and his blood. "Kai, stay with me," I gasped, my voice echoing off the bare concrete walls. He didn't answer. His head was lolled back, his eyes half-closed and glazed with a

RILEY'S POV Cold air burned my lungs as they rushed me into the ambulance. Hands everywhere. Steadying, checking, hovering too close. Someone asked my name, someone else asked if I could hear them. The siren wailed as the doors slammed shut, sealing me into a narrow, white space that smelled like antiseptic and panic. I could still see it, Drake’s body jerking forward. The sound was sharp, final, unmistakable. The way the smile had still been on his face when he hit the ground. Dead men weren’t supposed to look satisfied.

Her pregnant belly wouldn’t save her. The SUV began to move and it didn’t help matters, the farther they got away from the warehouse, the more her panic only grew. The warehouse was a safe place. This was how she was going to die, in this suffocating hell, as the cloth only seemed to be closing in on her more and more. Sucking into her mouth and filling her throat which each desperate breath she tried to take.

I terminated the call and stared at the woman falling apart in my doorway. Standing quickly, I tossed my phone onto the bed. "What is it? Is it Mom?" Her hands cupped her face, and when she nodded, long strands of gray hair surrounded her thin, delicate fingers. I didn't move. I didn't say a word. I remained still, committing this moment to memory. This was the time I'd learned my mother had died.

He gets into the bed next to us after telling the guard outside the change in plans. My dreams come in stops and starts, horrifying sometimes, sad at others. We reach the north, but Drake is dead. We get Drake, but Rafe never joins us. He is dead. We find Rafe and Drake, but we can’t make it out of Rallegrad. All of us are beheaded. I develop some sort of fever overnight. Jerim worries because I’m in so much pain. He and Annamarie attend my bedside while I sweat and shake and cry out from the pain.

I feel so tired. I watch the ice crawl slowly towards my leg like delicate spider webs but I don’t have the energy to move a muscle, not even when the ice starts working its way over me. I know it’s gotten bad when I start to feel warm. I read a book once titled ‘The Cold Death’ and it was about people that were condemned to die in ice. They always felt warm right before they died and I wonder if that’s what’s happening to me now, my body offering me one last comfort before it gives up on me completely. My lashes flutter closed and as ice flakes appear on them, my last thought is that Alpha Kael was wrong. My wolf is either very broken or she doesn’t give a damn about my death.

If I wasn’t sleeping in my bed, I wasn’t drinking or fvcking every horny Omega, Free-human, and Beta I could get my hands on… I was thinking about Denny. It got worse. The day I knew he was supposed to go to the North, I couldn’t move out of bed. All I waited for, stupidly and foolishly waiting for, was the structured headline: The White Omega is dead. Died on punishment for treachery. Trust me, I know how those motherfvckers operate. Fifteen days later, still no word of his death or survival…I was no longer myself. And then… “Jay!” Luo’s voice thundered with heavy knocks on my door, urgent and anxious, and I knew the news had finally come.

The night before our SAT, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Suddenly, my phone screen lit up. I received a text from an unknown number. [Tomorrow at 6:30 a.m.. Leaving for the testing center. Your sister disappears.] I stared at the screen, my heart jolting. I did have a twin sister, Molly Young, and we were both scheduled to take the test the next day. But what a pathetic prank. I tossed my phone aside, turned over, and went back to sleep. The next morning, we had barely left the driveway when Molly suddenly cried out beside me. “Oh no, I forgot my admission ticket.” “Dad, pull over! I need to go back and get it.”

The door opened and Darren walked in. From the look on his face, he brought some news. " Is anything wrong?” Nolan asked curiously. " Not really. I bring bad and good news... “ Darren began as Nolan's face wire a sour look. It was too sudden to come bearing bad news. “What's that?" He asked. “The bad news is Carla managed to escape and the good news is she's dead..” Darren announced. He knew he sounded weird announcing Carla's death as good news. But it was better that she died. Knowing the kind of person she was, she was hungry for revenge and would stop at nothing to get it.