Dead Or Alive Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

I floated, a ghost in the air, and watched my own rotting body get wheeled into the pack hospital morgue. Three years buried in a marsh. I could barely recognize myself. The corpse stank of decay. Claw marks from the fatal attack were still visible on the wounds. My ghost, three years wandering, wanted to flee this broken shell. The door opened. Killian Reynolds walked in. The Alpha of the strongest pack in North America. My mate. The one who swore to protect me with his life. He stood over my corpse, his face a cold, blank mask.

"I wish I'd known sooner that you cared about me. Lucky I came back to life, or missing my own wedding would've been such a shame." That teasing look on his face erased any doubt. He was alive. Relief hit me hard, and I glared at him. "Raphael, don't tell me you faked your death just to crash my groom-selection ceremony." He wore that trademark smirk of his, equal parts arrogance and mockery. "With my personality, if I'd really wanted to ruin it, I wouldn't have given you the chance to hold it at all." Seeing our exchange, Winnie jumped in right on cue to drag me down.

“The fall. The dead. The running. The starving. You and me. I remember another version of it.” He said nothing, but he blinked like he privately thinks she’s lost her mind. Good. That was probably the correct response to hearing your ex-girlfriend claim she had already lived through the end of the world once. Anything else would have felt underprepared. “In that version,” Maya said, “we stayed together after the outbreak. I kept us alive. I found shelter. I rationed food. I counted everything. You started leaving.” Dex’s face had gone blank in the way people go blank when their mind is trying to refuse delivery.

The wedding venue erupted into chaos. "Is Emilia out of her mind? The man's already dead, and she still went to dig him up? That's straight out of a horror movie." "She practically beat Elliot to a pulp every single day he was alive. What, is she planning to keep swinging at him now that he's dead?" "Wait, did that guy just say he actually died? What does that mean? Was he still alive when they put him under?" The sudden turn of events sent the guests into a frenzy.

She then looked at at him as she exclaimed, "How dare you!" "It's your surname though!" She slapped his arm and for a moment he lost control of the car but quickly recovered. "Shit..." Ashleigh breathed out as Damien chuckled nervously. "Sorry." "I swear if I died I would've killed you!" "How would you do that when you're dead?" "I'll possess you and make you commit suicide." Damien gave her a look. "Thats dark woman." "I love you too."

"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..."

Oh shit! I'm dead. So very dead.

The room froze. "They're both dead." Total silence.

"Stellan! Stellan, you're awake! I knew it! I knew you weren't dead!" She whipped around to face me, her expression twisting into something vicious and triumphant. "Elara Renworth! Your plan just fell apart! Stellan's awake! He's alive! Just you wait. The moment he gets out of there, he'll throw you out like the garbage you are!" There were more thuds, louder now. The lid of the coffin shifted, pushed from the inside, and a gap appeared. A pale hand reached through the opening. Stellan Montclair was alive.