Dead Or Alive Fanfiction Novels & Stories

While she flaunted the gifts she received from Peter, she also took photos of me in my unsightly condition. Her captions only got snarkier with every post. "Can someone tell me when she'll be meeting her maker?" "Spending a dead person's money delightfully. It's time to be extravagant." "How can one torment someone in a vegetative state without leaving a trace?" Flustered, Selena tried to tear the papers up. "Bitch, you fabricated these!" I watched her calmly as she tore at the papers like a madwoman. "Tear them up all you want. I've made copies of them."

That thing could strip a wolf of their healing ability, at least temporarily. I hated this. Hated that I was already dead, hated that I could only watch, hated that I couldn't even scream out a warning. Ethan spun around. "Die!" Adrian roared. The silver rod cracked against Ethan's head. His body swayed, and he collapsed to the floor. I followed them down to the dungeon. Lyra was already waiting there with a bucket of water in her hands. She walked over to Ethan's unconscious body and threw the ice water on him without hesitation.

"And I am done feeding you." She squeezed. The Groom gasped, turning into smoke in her grip. But as he faded, the dream shifted again. The battlefield vanished. She was standing in a graveyard. Two bodies lay at her feet. Ethan. And Julian. They were dead. Pale, cold, and silent. The grief hit her like a physical blow. The armor flickered, dimming. "See?" the Groom’s voice whispered from the wind. "This is your future. You destroy everything you touch."

He had almost died and I had been in the kitchen making tea and I hadn't known and I couldn't have done anything. But he was alive. He was here. His heart was beating under my cheek and his hand was in my hair and he was alive. I closed my eyes and I let myself feel it. The fear and the relief and the thing that was bigger than both of them. I wasn't ready to say it. But I was running out of reasons not to.

“Tessa, help me arrange a false death.” The moment the call connected, I got straight to the point. Tessa fell silent. “What happened?” I lowered my eyes to the photos still glowing on my screen. In them, Cassian was half-naked, with bite marks across his neck. The one taking the photo had stood close enough to make sure I would see everything. “I don’t want this anymore,” I said. “In five days, I’m leaving with the pup.”

The kindness of this stranger nearly broke her. “I . . . I’m not worth it,” she said, and her face crumbled, and her skin crawled, and her hair was matted and she had just endured some of the worst hours of her life, listening to this mad man grunt and groan and howl as he ripped at her skin and bit at her breast. She was glad Aleta was dead. She was glad of it. Because if she had lived with these memories in her head . . . The hunter’s shine from earlier melted and turned into tears, which ran down her cheeks and dropped onto the freshly polished floor.

All it took was a single sentence to stir her into this fury? He stepped closer, studying every subtle expression on her face in the dim night. As if he wanted to witness the pain of her accepting the truth, he deliberately said, "There's no need to be so surprised. What I'm saying is a fact. Otherwise, why would I let you stay here?" Ariel's fists trembled, but her gaze remained sharp and unforgiving. Samson didn't like seeing her like this, but he didn't mind. He leaned down toward her. "Ariel, Jayson's dead. He's not in this world anymore. You need to move on."

I nod approvingly. I mostly do want to get the fuck out of here, but my heart can’t leave until I know he’s dead. I sigh and strike a match, lighting the whole pack on fire and dropping it inside. His eyes go wide with the realization he’s about to really and truly die. That fear on his face is priceless to me. I never dreamed I’d get this chance. I’ve always assumed I’d be stuck with the memory of him attacking me and never have closure. The fear would plague me for the rest of my life, even now that I have a mate.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

I went to my bed and fell asleep quickly. In the middle of the night, my phone started ringing so I woke up. The ringing ended and I got the text. It was Jeremy texting: I’m dead.