Dead Poets Society Neil Novels & Stories

He had shown up on our doorstep, volunteering to hold these rites the moment Mom, Dad, and Draco passed away, before the neighbors even knew about it. In this day and age, nobody dared to involve themselves in heretical practices like this. I wasn't so foolish as to fail to understand what was going on at this moment. It was just that the cleric produced a letter written in Mom and Dad's own handwriting, where their final wishes clearly stated that this cleric had to send them off after their death. Thus, I risked the chance of being arrested and publicly denounced just to keep the cleric around. "I think there's something suspicious about how Dad and the others died, Uncle Shawn. I mean, th

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.”

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

His eyes were red so was his face which has gone dim unlike the happy chirping Jay. "I just don't understand how all of this happened. We were all one big happy family attending University, having fun, and working hard just to be a great and successful person in the society. But then, one unfortunate night, some psychopath assassin came to ruin that happiness we've been enjoying. Is this what this life has to offer at the end of it all?" Nicole asks in an husky voice.

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

But I don't need to know everything that I would give him what he deserves. -"You are not very talkable aren't you?" Lilliana was watching me from my feet to my head she sipped her tea but her eyes never left me. My one finger still kept her curtains but my head turned to her. I wasn't used to talking to anybody. I didn't see a purpose in talking. The conversation is needed only for mortals and for dogs. We the dead ones don't need anything only our life and blood. And still, her breaking silence with this question made me smile. Her voice sounded ironic which was making her cute again.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, the lights above the theatre went off; shortly after the door opened with an exhausted Neil walking out. “How is it?” Christopher asked with a helpless expression, looking at the anxious expression of the silly women who wanted to ask but didn’t dare. “Do you even have to ask?” Neil smirked wiping away the exhausted look “Even Hades has to take a step back if this young master intervenes, let alone his minions who just wanted a limb.” Christopher and Night Rider were used to Neil’s lack of modesty but both Emile and Abbey had a stunned expression before Abbey stuttered “You mean, he is….. he is going to die?”

N2 from five years ago could dominate the entire field. "Maybe I should take you for an MRI first before you start." Chad snorted before continuing, "I need to make sure you've cleaned out of that lovestruck mentality of yours. Otherwise, I'd end up crying alone if you run off halfway through a project." Ariel was left speechless. Chad was still as biting and straightforward as ever. "There's someone who's waiting to see you, Mr. Hockney. They said they'd like to learn more about U.N2," Laura Dickens, Chad's assistant, knocked on the door and said.

“His soul is long gone by now. It’s just flesh.” I pressed my hand into the stone wall to steady myself. “It doesn’t matter where his soul is, Neil. Are you really that dense to think that I wouldn’t be horrified by the sight of a fresh body on display? Or are you trying to terrify me into not running away from you?” Neil was silent for a beat before he said, “Perhaps both.” He glanced up at the gruesome display with a slight grimace. “You should keep this—what my brothers are capable of—in mind if you try anything stupid again. But I will admit that it is a bit… much.”

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."