Dead Or Alive Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The room started to spin, but I carefully repositioned my feet to hold myself steady. The color hadn’t returned to the Luna’s cheeks, but she looked different, and I listened carefully as I felt a slight thump. Was that… It thumped again, and I laughed in victory. “She’s alive,” I whispered, leaning in closer as I heard a beat. “She’s alive! Now, you are owed nothing!” Alpha Broderick’s ears twitched as I shouted it, and he slowly backed away from Death until he was at his mate's side again.

Dad’s voice grounds me back to reality. “You–you are not real.” I hiss, narrowing my eyes at him. “You were dead.” “I’m as real as you are. No need to doubt it,” He says, his stoic face bringing back memories of childhood. “Then how the fuck are you here?! You were dead! Or did someone dig your grave and revive you?” I spat, worried that my assumption might be true. With how things have been, Rena finding out her supposed dead mother is alive, Nixie and Theon alive, anything can be possible. People are just dying and coming back to life, making a joke out of death.

The beloved only child of the old Alpha, the best warrior who earned her title with effort, and the loving mate who claimed dad when he was a nobody. And now she’s gone, and Dad just moved on in a snap. It’s just not fair. It’s not fair to her that we get to live when she died, but it’s also not fair for us to stop living just because she did. I’m stuck between life and death, and the worst of all, I want Dad there with me. Now I know. I wasn’t a living dead because of Damon. I lost my soul on that fateful night, and I never got it back.

Feigning innocence, I replied, “What are you talking about? I have no idea what you mean.” “Don’t play dumb! With your stubborn personality, there’s no way you would’ve given up the inheritance so easily. And you’ve been fanning the flames online, making sure everyone knows I’m ‘dead’!” “Now that’s unfair,” I said, with mock sadness. “You were declared legally dead after going missing. What if you weren’t really dead? It’s only right to let everyone know, just in case. And see? It worked perfectly. Here you are, alive and kicking, back from the ‘dead’!”

I stood beside Luca as he went from a poor boy to the most powerful man in Chicago. I saved him, and an explosion crushed my spine. I would never dance again. Later, I was diagnosed with late-stage cancer. In that time, a woman appeared at his side. Beautiful, clever, from a powerful family. She could stand beside him, sit in on his deals, solve his problems. And I could only sit in a wheelchair. Everyone said I was holding Luca back. I thought so too. So I left him, meaning to go and die alone

Right after I finish paying my respects to my dad on his death anniversary, the property manager calls me in a panic. "Joanne, check the group chat! Your dad's gotten himself into huge trouble!" I look at the group chat, and Suzanne Weston has already sent three voice messages, screaming her head off. "Josiah groped me at the plaza last night!" "If you don't pay me 200,000 dollars in compensation, I'll die right here!" There is even a photo attached. In it, my dad is grinning like a creep as he grabs her butt. Everyone in the group chat snaps. Some are calling my dad a shameless old pervert, while others are calling for him to be reported to the police and charged. Rita Lind also chime

Maybe I’m sitting calmly in the café reading a very unexciting book when I twitch once and fall face-first into my frappucino. DeadGirlWalking: I am done living in fear of what is inevitable. I need to feel alive again. SleepingBeast: You think me murdering you is going to make you feel alive? DeadGirlWalking: No, I think knowing that my day is coming soon will make life a lot more interesting until it does. And then when it finally does, I won’t have to think about it anymore at all. SleepingBeast: That’s dark. DeadGirlWalking: You’re homicide-for-hire and you’re calling me dark?

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.

In my previous life, my Alpha mate buried me and my daughter alive as sacrifices to resurrect his first love. After being reborn, I personally took everything from him and sent him to hell! … Serafina Pike heard my words and grabbed Ethan Horn's arm while sobbing. "Ethan, since the Luna refuses, let's not force her. It's not her responsibility, after all."

I tried to dodge the attack, but I slipped on a rock underfoot and crashed into the wall. Pain shot through my still-healing wound, and a cold sweat broke out as I froze in place. Seeing this, Gerald sneered and advanced slowly with the knife in hand. "If it weren't for you, Meghan and I would've been married by now! Now, I'm going to send you to where you belong." As the knife was raised, I closed my eyes tightly, full of bitter resentment. The sound of the blade tearing through flesh pierced the air. My heart skipped a beat. I thought I'd die with regret, but the pain never came.