Dead Or Alive Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"No! I know it seems unbelievable which was the reason why I didn't wanted to tell you. "But my mate is dead!" She was dead and I'm very sure of it! But how's it possible that you can feel a dead person? If possible she was dead then you couldn't have get mated to her but how come she was dead? "I really don't know! "I think maybe you mistook her to be a dead person because the scent wouldn't have work if she was dead! Maybe she could still be breathing and you're the only one who can save him. Levi uttered as he came to realise that part.

The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion. Before I could even break down, I saw a scene that shattered my heart. My twins ran happily into Sylvia’s arms. They clung to her and called her mother. “My children…my children…” Hearing my broken sobs, Kael laughed softly. “Your children were killed by me on the day they were born. These two are the children Sylvia and I conceived.” He looked down at me from above, a vicious smile appeared on his face. “Sylvia was successfully turned yesterday.You are no longer useful now. So why don’t you die now?”

"Is this... a dream?" "No, Darren. I'm with you," I whispered and tried to stroke his face. But when I lifted my hand, I could only see a skeleton. I panicked, but Darren held me in his arms. "I thought it was a bad dream... But how could it be a bad dream... when you're in it..." He said in a soft voice. "Darren, are we dying?" I asked. "I'm already dead, Louisa..." He said and placed my hand in the empty hole in his chest. "But it's OK because you'll still be alive... You and your baby..."

I was shocked at first, trying to know who she was talking about, then I realized it. " Oh my goodness, the Alpha," I said. " I thought he was never going to die, but he did. Derek is not alive, the Alpha is no longer alive as well, but your father and I are alive" she said. I loved the way she was saying it like it meant so much to her. I laughed. " I love it too, at least, there is no one that is going to talk against us or bring in rules that are against us" I said.

A U T H O R'S P O V Eleanor could feel the air suddenly leave her lungs, like a heavy weight pressing down on her chest, and at the same time, tears threatened to mist her eyes. She looked at him, still frozen in place, trying desperately to grasp whatever it was she had just heard. Her mind refused to accept it, refused to believe the impossible. The Alpha is dead? No, it couldn’t be. Perseus was the strongest lycan alive, the one who had healed from wounds far more deadly than that arrow. He had survived injuries that would have felled others without a single scar. He couldn’t just die. Not now. Not ever.

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.”

I instinctively curled up, trembling as blood poured from my lips. In the moments before total unconsciousness claimed me, I perceived the skepticism in Carl's eyes dissolve, twisting into outright terror. I then heard his voice echo toward me, growing clearer. "You're not allowed to die without my permission, Aria! You'll stay alive to atone for your sins!" I doubted I would ever have the chance to complete the requested atonement, as I was certain my life would end in just two more days.

His voice was low and clear as he announced, "He has been dead for over three days. The body shows clear signs of postmortem lividity and early bloating. The victim appears to have died from mechanical suffocation." Hearing the words "dead for over three days", Dad reeled. The color drained from his face instantly, leaving him as pale as a sheet of paper. When an officer pulled back the white cloth covering my face for identification, Dad finally got a clear look at my swollen, distorted features, mottled with dark purple spots. He could no longer explain it away as paint or a tantrum. The next second, he doubled over against the wall, dry-heaving violently as if he were going to throw up hi

The present Janelle’s POV My grandmother always told me secrets are like zombies, they always come back to hunt you. I guess that may be the case for me right now. “I never saw him again.” My best friend May chuckles. “You sound like you’re talking about a ghost, Jane.” I flip through the medical file lying on my office desk, studying my patient’s chart. Ten years later, I’m no longer the fifteen-year-old naive girl from my flashback, though I still very much hate Truce King. I’m a successful neurosurgeon, wealthy enough, and I’m living my best life with my best friend, May and my sister Bella.

Light pokes in through the shutters and I stretch as a satisfying yawn rolls off my lips. A restful, satisfying sleep. Then it hit me…my conversation with dad last night. Austin (not going to call him Alpha) wants me to be his Luna. Also while he has a girlfriend?! He really has gone off his rocker. He has a mate out there somewhere. I have a mate out there somewhere. There is no way the Alphas will agree to this. My 18th birthday isn’t for another two months. Austin is 18 himself so he would know if we were mates by now and his lack of self-control I highly doubt he’d keep that a secret this long. I’d expect him to tell me the very instant and have already demanded I move in with him. Given