Dead Rising Novels & Stories

The explosion that followed silenced the cries. From the darkness, illuminated by the fire engulfing the train, the figure that had been waiting by the roadside approached the wreckage. He stopped before it and pulled the hood from his face. His face was a horrid affair, a decaying patch with worms crawling out of it. He raised his hand towards the train and the train shivered violently, even as it was still burning. Wraiths of bodies, translucent and glimmering a ghoulish blue, rose from the wreckage. The faces on these wraiths were confused and they seemed to be drawn to the being rather than moving towards the figure by the roadside. On sighting him, they started screaming, high-pitched,

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

After that I quickly showered and climbed into bed. That night I dreamed that Phillip caught Charlotte and she could not escape. Jack ended up getting shot and dying and Phillip killed Charlotte before we could get to her. I woke up feeling sick, I hoped that it was just a dream and that would not really happen. I got dressed and started on breakfast, cooking always seemed to calm me down. Grant was the first one to come to the kitchen and he looked pissed off. “You, ok?” I asked. “Fucking peachy” He growled as he walked past me and started to make himself a coffee.

Edmond hit the floor, eyes glued to the corpse like the air had been punched out of him. The noise brought company—Philip barged in, and that's when I knew they were both back. Ariel floated beside me. We watched in silence. I knew she wanted this moment too. The big reveal. The crash of those two men who always acted untouchable. What now, now that their dead wives were staring back at them? Philip ran over, trying to haul Edmond up, but Edmond jerked his arm so hard, Philip nearly ate the floor.

Their sinister look was nothing compared to the pumping action guns in their hands even as they revved their bikes. Serena saw her life flash before her eyes. She was going to die. A little rebellion and she was going to die. On an island in the middle of nowhere

There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. I hope that you enjoy Alpha of the Dead. --Sydney

Filling the tub with warm water I squirted my favorite lavender body wash and drowned myself into the goodness of the warm water that helped in relaxing my aching muscles. I shut my eyes and tried redirecting my imaginations to how they used to be but it was of no use cause all I saw were my dead parents and the crimson liquid that flowed from their body screaming for justice. Rage filled me up and i popped my eyes open in order not to act on the emotions brewing up. I got out of the tub and rinsed the lather off my body. I was changing into my night attire when a call interrupted me. "Don Maja we got a problem" i didn't need to hear more cause I knew what that statement meant.

I lurch to a stop, and my hand connects with his back. He doesn’t seem to notice. He’s staring at the scene in front of us. The hallway is empty, and the door to the first dorm is open. Inside, two students are on the floor, their bodies twisted and broken, and blood seeping from beneath them. The floor is speckled with blood, the smell sickening. I hold my breath, but it doesn’t help. I wince and look away. “Do you know them?” I ask, still not looking.

"Silly girl. Today is your birthday." Her father shook his head, amused. "Wee came to wake youup,p and you're seeing heaven.” Faith blinked once. Twice. Her own hands looked foreign to her. “What am I doing here? Wasn't I supposed to be dead?” She turned to the other side; she looked at the date. She jumped out of the bed immediately. I've been reborn. The words settled over her like a second ski—terrifyingg and perfect at once.” She reached for her phone. The lock screen stoppedher., Cassius, grinning, his arm around her.

"Now tell me, Harper... are you ready to sign the final pack treaty at Mooncrest Manor, or do you need me to mark you in the back of this car first?" Before I can answer, a sharp chime rings out from my jacket pocket. I pull out my encrypted comm-device. The screen flashes bright red with an emergency broadcast from the Blackridge Investigation Bureau. A text message displays across the screen, sent directly from Dr. Nathaniel Brooks at the Ravenveil Clinic: Emergency Alert: The DNA results from Eleanor Calloway’s preserved tissue sample have been decrypted. She was not killed by rogue wolves. The poison used on her matches the private vault records of Wyatt Whitmore.