Dead Rising Novels & Stories

Barefoot I ran out of the tent to find Nikolai already storming towards me, a group of followers trotting to keep up. In tow was Cillian, his date Xena, her grey eyes piercing mine with confusion, Helena and Alexander. Crying and wailing everywhere was deafening. Handing my naked mate his sweats I asked, “what’s happened? I was attacked by about a dozen men and ran into the woods. Nikolai saved me.” Nikolai’s head hung low, Alexander placed a hand on his shoulder. Helena was vacant beside him, numbly holding his hand. “Alpha Brandon and Luna Hollie of Rising Star have been found dead-“

I let out a warning growl, but Tayler seemed frightened. “They say the dead are walking,” Taylor added, backing away. “Not all of them, but enough. And not as ghosts. As weapons. There is blood being sacrificed, a lot of blood. There is fear and anger. There are screams, there are whimpers. But neither one of them makes sense. Everything just seems to hold its breath.” Ethan’s breath hitched. “This doesn't make sense. Why would they be walking? What is it that they want?”

Make introductions. And wait for the perfect moment to strike. That moment was coming. I could feel it. And when it arrived, Lucas Hart would finally learn that some dead women do not stay dead. Some come back for revenge.

Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate. The woman standing here was Luna Kane, heir to the Kane family. No one would ever hurt me again. Three days later, the yacht reached Norvale Port. Our car rolled into the wealthy district downtown. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the bustling night view of all of Norvale stretched out before us. I stood by the window, gazing at the glittering lights, but I felt nothing. … Third-person POV Back at Costa Estate, Vincenzo had already begun his retaliation against the Camorra family.

It hurt watching all these familiar young faces as they lost their lives, killing each other. But then Drakes decided to make it worse, as he made his dark mist continue to affect the dead ones, making them rise again, as reanimated corpses to kill the ones still alive. I felt as if I was now stuck in some zombie apocalypse or horror movie. Watching dead people rise again. How was this even possible? But I then looked in shock to see that there was another person not affected by Drakes's dark mist.

This was a killing ground. I issued a low growl and shifted my attention to River. "They're not yet ready to turn,"I told him. "They're fucking dead. Dead. And they're coming back to life. I feel like I'm watching a zombie flick." "Worse, brother. Worse." So it was true that the dead could rise. While our deaths didn't come easily, we didn't return to life once we'd entered the final darkness. The knowledge was good to discover. It was incredibly unsettling.

Axel's disapproving voice echoed in my mind, cautioning me against being so close to someone who wasn't our chosen mate, but I tuned him out, my focus solely on the woman before me. As Haven turned to face me, I sensed a fundamental shift in her, a difference that made my heart skip a beat. My eyes widened in shock as I took in the unmistakable signs: the pallor of her skin, the faint, otherworldly glow in her eyes, and the eerie stillness that surrounded her. She was dead, and yet... she was Risen.

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

She had escaped from the crypt. "He's not dead! He's not dead!" Daphne threw herself onto the coffin, pounding on the lid like a woman possessed, her voice so shredded it was barely human. "Stellan isn't dead! He's not dead! He's not dead! You can't bury him! He's really not dead!" The chapel erupted. Everyone stared at Daphne in shock, then at the coffin, then at each other.

Six years after my younger brother and my fiancée passed away, I picked out a grave for myself. Before my final visit to their graves, my mother suddenly said, “Miles, you don’t have to go this year. The truth is that they never died.” I was startled for a moment before the two of them walked right out of my brother’s room. My brother, Sean, put on a teasing smile as he draped an arm around the woman beside him. “I won the bet! I told you my brother would never figure it out. “Who’s going to be on top tonight, huh, Vera?” My so-called late fiancée, who used to cry whenever she saw me suffer even the slightest grievance, looked at me with open disdain. “He’s just too stupid. We’ve been