Dead Rising Novels & Stories

Summer said, as she raced down the stairwell. Back on the Jet: “What do you mean they can’t come? I thought they wanted to find Urrale? Well, we know where she is, she's trying to stop or hurt the girls. We have the babies here, what if she senses them here and comes after them like the Dark One did? ” Lateri asked, as she paced the Jet with Storm in her arms. “I know I told them all that, but it’s not that they don’t want to come. It’s more like it’s they can’t, Urrale brought their mother back from the dead. The consequences for doing that is the door to the dead was opened that means the dead will come through the opening. It will be nothing like the things we see on TV. The dead aren’t m

Daisy just watch with a blank look until Drizella became a heap of ash on the ground. Her head spined which she held it coming out of the haze dizzy till she fell. This distracted the hybrids who saw their mate lying still on the ground. It gave Romanov the opportunity to sink his paws into Dimitri's chest trying to force his heart out. It all happened so fast as Darius fell holding his now bleeding chest. Dimitri let out a strangled cry that woke Daisy up. Her nightmares came flashing through her eyes. Watching them get killed as she watch. Her eyes watered as Jacob tried forcing it out and both twins gave a loud cried turning paler as the seconds tick.

Recommended song: **Let You Down (Instrumental) By NF** The shallow breathing of Calista stopped the moment she whispered her last words to Leevon. Her face turned pale, and lips carried a tinge of purple. She was a vampire, and now… a dead vampire. Soon, her mortal body would either away in the wind. The night was retiring along with the moonlight and the moon that witnessed this epic love, betrayal, and hopes, marking the onset of the morning sun.

I approached him to the beat of the song. I closed my eyes for a moment. I got closer to him. He was waiting for me ... a killer. I put my hand next to his eyes to close them. He understood me and closed them. I was breathing in his lips. They were warm. So fucking warm. "I ..." I lost my mind for a moment. "Just do it, Miss Laura. Or maybe you're afraid ... of me?" he smirked. And then I kissed him. I kissed this fucking killer. One...Slow and uncertain

Rising from the concrete floor was a wisp of flesh-colored smoke, growing denser to form the undamaged version of the dead lady. "Rita Arellano," Calix began, releasing Kat and stepping forward, "Your time in the mortal world is done, and now you must pay your dues in Hell." Kat didn't know what it felt like to be stripped off a physical form, but it must've felt normal, because Rita's not even fazed. "Say what now?" "I am Calix, Reaper of iniquitous souls, Punisher of the wicked. I have come to—" "You're the man I was planning to ship off in a gay bar. Now you're talking shit," Rita interjected, frowning. "What's happening?" Her beady eyes found Kat. "And you're that ugly bitch I tried to d

Misha is standing in the middle of that oblivion, with her sweat drips from her forehead and the dark, full of mystery, yet holding the death and sin of the underworld starting to play into one musical piece. “DRIP, DRIP, DRIP. JUST HOW LOVELY WOULD THEIR DECAPITATED HEAD, TORN FLESH, AND EYES WIDE SHOUT OPEN WILL APPEAR IN THE BROAD DAYLIGHT?” From her fast-beating heart and the warnings that she needed to confirm. With quite shivering hands and cold turn sweat, she slowly removes her glasses as the horror greeted her. A CURSE TO DIE! DIE! AND BETTER YET STILL DIE!

Her reply came slow, hesitant — the first time she had ever sounded uncertain. “The mark of the dead is not a curse… it’s a beacon. A memory of the world that was erased.” “I don’t understand. Why me?” “You died at the end of the cycle, and yet you remember. The world does not take kindly to anomalies.” My stomach twisted. “So… I was supposed to stay dead.” “Yes,” she said softly. “And now the dead can see you, even from beyond their decay.” The wind shifted suddenly — carrying a foul, rotting smell from the treeline. I turned. In the distance, I saw shapes moving between the trees. Slow. Hesitant. Drawn.

More screams for her name instantly to no avail. Trust me, Caelum was crying now and blaming himself. He continued walking around until he came to where the fight with Sebastian had happened. The bodies of the wolves were still there, and one was sitting with his back against the tree. They were all dead and mostly naked. Strange as he had never seen any of those faces before in the village. How could many of the dead bodies of naked men and the wounds they had died from look very much like something a beast would do? He started looking around.

The atmosphere smells of rotten things, which makes me think that my body was thrown into the ground that Ryan dug for those that were killed in the arena ground. Blinking my eyes twice, I managed to make them adjust to my background, and my guess was right. I was on deep ground. The dead bodies of soldiers and other people filled the whole place, which was producing a foul smell. Gathering all my strength, I managed to drag my body up, and the desire to taste water increased in my body, as my throat felt drier. That is when I remember that I can control all the elements, and a smirk crept into my lips at the thought of that.

But for her, the weight of the night's events would forever remain etched into her consciousness, a haunting reminder of the choices she had made and the life that had been forever altered. The dancer's footsteps echoed in the dimly lit corridor as she made her way to the bathroom. Her intentions were simple – a quick break from the energetic dance floor to relieve herself. She pushed open the door, expecting the usual scene of chatter and activity. But as the door swung wider, her eyes widened in shock, her throat constricting with a gasp of horror. Before her, illuminated by the faint bathroom light, lay a scene of unimaginable darkness. Blood pooled on the floor, its crimson hue contrasti