Dead Or Alive Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Liz’s POV I stood at the front of the hall with Arthur just behind me. Whispers moved through the crowd like a living thing. I took a deep breath standing tall. “I wish that I were here with better news”. Faces lifted, everyone with their eyes on me now. “Alpha Lumian is dead.”

Kelvin disconnected me from the life-support machine, and I felt my strength ebbing away. "I can't die now, please give me a second chance," I whispered, my voice barely audible through the agony that wracked my body. Tears streamed down my face as I pleaded with fate to spare my life. Kelvin's face twisted into a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with a sinister pleasure. "Goodbye, dear wife," he sneered. "See you never again." His voice was laced with disdain and satisfaction, and I knew I was staring into the face of pure evil.

“Have you forgotten what she did to us–?” “She could have her reasons, lets just hear her out,” Alder cut in in her in defence, and I almost laughed out loud. Not just because of the fact that he was saying something so stupid, but because I was trying to reason with a wolf who just found his assumed to be dead mate. Of course all forms of reasoning would be out the window. But not today. I’ll be doing all the reasoning, since I’m the only rational one here.

The maid was crying and couldn’t say anything, she was just pointing her fingers towards the dungeon. Aldo hurriedly walked to the dungeon and came back in seconds.”My Alpha, Aries is dead.”

Zoe's POV I hit the enter icon and took a sigh. A sigh that says I am almost done with life. I stared blankly ahead and found nothing interesting. Everything seems dull in my vision. I saved the final draft of the chapter I wrote and closed my laptop. I put it back on my right desk and hug my pillow again. It's been days since I last wrote a chapter of it and I am scared I couldn't finish it within my remaining life expectancy. I should be happy because death is what I want before...but now... I don't want to face it. I want to stay alive...with him.

Axel’s trembling finger tapped the audio file from Marco. Aria’s voice, calm and full of despair, filled the silence. “My name is Aria Sterling. If you’re hearing this, it means I’m already dead.” Every word was a hot brand on his soul. “Six years ago, Axel Thorne did not die. The yacht explosion was a hoax, a plan he designed to make a secret deal with a rival family…” There was no anger in her voice. Just the dead calm of a still lake.

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.

I flinch like he slapped me. “I will never be yours,” I hiss. “Not in life. Not in death.” “Oh, sweetheart…” He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “You think your precious mates are coming?” Ice freezes my veins. He leans closer. “They’re dead by now, I’m sure. Killed when they attempted to storm my borders. Poor thing—you have nowhere left to run.” My heart stutters. Dead? No. No, that’s impossible. If even one of them had died which is highly impossible, Darius with his anger and strength, Draven with his caculated fury, Daemon with his half-feral devotion, I would have felt something rip inside me, I would have felt the bond snap.

Natalie laughed, “And oh, I have got a little surprise for you.” Just then, an undead emerged, except he looked charred and thinner than the rest of them. “Daz.” Maya gasped, her face a mixture of shock and hurt. But his eyes have no life in them. “There’s your boyfriend. I had killed him, but here I am again, bringing him to life.” Natalie sneered. “Maya started to walk towards him, tears filling her eyes at the sight of the person she once loved. “Maya he’s not real. None of it is real. Daz is dead!” Ashina called to Maya, trying to talk sense into her. But it seemed as though it all fell on deaf ears.

he once again declared with resoluteness. “So be it then. Thermally, you better go, if you do not want to be involved and die in here,” I said glancing at Thermally, who in reply gave me a f*ck-you sign using her fingers. I was caught off guard as to how Thermally is now, or maybe she was indeed like that before and I just not noticed it. “Who told you, I am afraid to die, Alpha Eleo? When you dumped me for that shitty woman of yours, you already killed me. There is nothing to be killed anymore. I am a living dead!” Thermally retorted with fire in the pit of her every word.