Dead Rising Novels & Stories

I am too scared to open my eyes when I feel a flesh touching me. “Again, who is he?”, this time my gaze is at the guy with green eyes. “Uh…I guess..his name was…”Xander is going to say when I hear Ethan’s voice “Necromancer” “Yeah the one who rules demon”, I am shocked by how little does Xander knows “No…he is the one who raises the dead”, all four of us turn around and see hundreds of dead bodies standing alive in front of us. “Hazel..you take the left…Xander goes right…I and Calla will handle the rest of them." Ethan says with full confidence in us and I feel a surge of power inside me.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Officer Will took the call with sorrow. Grim Marie had taken her own life. She was found in the bath with expensive-smelling bubbles and a candle. She had used a razor. He wished this hadn’t surprised him. His heart felt heavy, but he tried to convince himself that at least she was at peace now, enfolded in the arms of her mother and her daughter. A third little urn lined up on the shelf, perhaps. At least the pain and misery of her hunt for The Wolf was over.

Ngunit sa kahandaan n’ya sa pagdating ng araw na ‘yon, ay nakakilala s’ya ng isang istrangherong walang paki-alam sa buhay ng iba – ang lalaking seryoso, tahimik, walang kaibigan, at kailanman ay hindi makitaan ng ngiti sa kan’yang mga labi. Sa pag-krus ng kanilang mga landas, matulungan kaya si Isabela ng isang matamlay na istranghero na matupad ang lahat ng nasa Dying List n’ya? O s’ya ang tutulong dito, para makita nito ang makulay na buhay sa mundong kanilang tinatapakan.

' The ruby dew sank into the earth as it was eagerly consumed, the weeds wafting and seeming to reach out for the bleeding wrist, hungry for more as the soil heaved erotically beneath as it began to spit out the dead. Glassy eyes peeled open, revealing empty sockets, but the ability to see was not down to eyes alone and the gifts of death and their new master were enough to guide. Their hearing was beyond the skills of the normal human, even beyond the blind. Each beat of the pulse, each sway of a blade of grass could be heard. Not many dragged themselves from their lonely bed. In the last few years only five people had been laid to rest there and they were the only ones intact enough to res

“Once warriors, once proud... now mine.” Ralph tensed beside Olivia, his body vibrating with the urge to shift, to fight. But Olivia knew this was different. These weren’t creatures that could be fought with fangs or claws alone. They were already dead. “We have to stop her now,” Olivia whispered, her fingers curling into fists. Ralph gave a sharp nod. “Then let’s finish this.” The cursed dead moved first, charging like a swarm of nightmares. Their howls were wrong—twisted echoes of pain and rage, filled with something unnatural. Olivia barely had time to react as one lunged for her, its skeletal fingers outstretched.

What truly made Darius's heart slam into his throat was the expression on the corpse's face. Its rows of yellowed, rotting teeth were slightly parted as if it were smiling. Its hollow eye sockets and shriveled cheeks were barely held together by leathery skin. Only about three strands of dry, white hair clung to its scalp, and the rest was just cracked, dead flesh. As Darius thought the corpse was smiling at him, his whole body broke out into a cold sweat. His mouth hung open, and tears nearly welled in his eyes. His legs were shaking uncontrollably, and he almost collapsed headfirst into the coffin.

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."

It may be immortal but it is not exempted from pain. Roseanne watches in horror as the Undead’s body starts to rip apart. Thick, gooey blood begins to pour out of the ripped areas and he is shrieking like a banshee as the pain engulfs him. His bones are cracking apart, the rotten skin tearing into shreds. “AHH!” Roseanne screams and instinctively hides her face in Dmitri’s chest. Her heart is filled with fear, thumping hard against her chest as she hears the screams of the Undead as it is being ripped apart.

I knew better; the fish I gave her was boneless. Jane's lips trembled as she tried to steady her voice, "That's because the nurses cleaned her up before they brought her here." "Cleaned her up, huh?" My voice turned icy. "Then answer me this: after death, the body cools, starting with the limbs." I pressed down on my daughter's rigid arms and belly. "So why is her stomach colder than her arms and legs?" I yanked up her sleeve to reveal more than just cold skin. "Livor mortis already? That was fast."

The world should end on a Monday. There’s something honest about that. Brutal, yes, but clean. A Monday already has the emotional texture of damp socks and unpaid bills, so adding zombies feels less like a cosmic betrayal and more like management escalating a complaint. Unfortunately, the world chooses Thursday at 6:17 p.m., while Maya Rodriguez is standing barefoot in her kitchen, trying to decide whether expired sour cream is a negotiable concept. “It smells fine,” Dex says from behind her.