Dead Rising Small Chainsaw Books Novels & Stories

Her eyes fell on another category, humans? I circulated papers feeling suspicious, they are all empty! I continued until I reached the last page and found some small writing in blood "You will be killed as soon as you meet your girlfriend" What? You didn't understand anything why werewolves would be killed once he met his mate?? “Nonsense,” she muttered, carelessly throwing the book to cover herself and falling asleep, tired from traveling and from what she had recently been through ... She walked slowly in the dark and was never afraid. She stopped her movement when she saw him in front of her, in his uniform and cold features.

"My brother just died. It's not the right time!" Adele frowned, and he immediately corrected himself, "Alright, alright. I'll agree. Don't get mad." Looking at his apologetic gaze, a terrible, uneasy feeling rose in my heart. I immediately returned home to see the horrible state it was in. I was shocked to the core. The entire house was rummaged. Someone violently hacked off the wooden chest. The items that I carefully locked inside the chest were completely gone. A strong sense of helpless despair washed over me, and I started bawling out, sobbing.

Grey's blasting tone was killing as he pushed his guard to the side. With an apologetic look, he sprinted out of the room, returned almost immediately and handed over the knife to Grey. My eyes didn't even see the knife twice and the next thing I felt was a hot slice on my skin. My wrist. And immediately, gore began to ooze out. The last thing I could remember was, I faded out. I died! THE END BOOK TWO COMING SOON… Thanks to you all so much for reading this far; I'll update you once book two is ready. Mmmuah!!!

I looked down at him, "You did die. So, don't this time... Please," Saying nothing, I continued climbing, thinking about what he said, 'You did die' and that gave me more reasons to want to kill every last member of W.I.K.D, but why am I feeling such rage when he didn't say how I died, or who killed me. Unfastening a latch, I pushed open the iron lid, I climbed out in the evening sun, which burned bright in the west, hiding behind the hills as night skies crept up. Sitting on the iron rim, I looked down, one last time, seeing Al standing in the corners of the compartment, retreating in the shadows where daylight couldn't reach, "I don't know who you are... At least I don't remember yet, But

the King of the Dead quirked a smile as he had a look of contempt on his cold face. Then, he raised his hands and The King of Death’s Chain increased in size many times as it crashed into Darryl! The King of Death’s Chain was the strongest weapon in the Ghost World. Like Darryl’s exquisite pagoda, it could grow bigger or shrink. At that moment, the King of Death’s Chain had grown a few hundred meters long and it exuded a deadly aura in the air. Darryl’s face paled when he felt the deadly aura and he felt a chill go down his spine.

Maya drove her crowbar into the second’s skull before it could get ideas. No elegance. No points for form when teeth were involved. They reached the van. Eli moved ahead to force the side path open. That was when Maya saw it. One dead thing folded in the shadow between the van and the wall. Quiet. Too quiet. One arm gone. Jaw working. It rose behind Eli while he was turned, his sleeve pulled back, forearm bare. The distance between teeth and skin was nothing. Less than nothing. Maya moved. The crowbar hit the side of the dead man’s head with a crack that went up her arms and into her teeth. It staggered. Still reaching.

“Hopefully dying a slow painful death” I grab the cutters and throw them into the air from hand to hand as I walk up to him “You sure you don’t want to retract that statement?” He spits at my feet then he smiles, his yellow and black teeth poking through his lips. He was disgusting, I grab his hand and I snip of his pinky finger, it was surprisingly easy to cut of a digit. He roars, yanking on his chains as I smile stepping back and letting him act like a baby

Sage stopped him with a trembling voice and he moved his feet towards the bed, walking past Simon who wore a grim expression. Sage's eyes fell on the lifeless form of his mother and sister, his mind reeling in denial. He searched for any sign of life, but there was none. He reached out a hand to touch Lady Phoenix's cheek and with a shaky hand, he touched Simone's hand. They were both cold to the touch and the reality hit him. They were both dead, murdered. He could see the part where Lady Phoenix had been staked and the neck where Simone had been slaughtered. He didn't want to believe it at first and had hoped they were still somehow, alive, but that doesn't seem to be true. He felt suffoca

I waved my hand, signaling the manager to leave us alone. As the men entered, they locked eyes with Betsy and me and smiled faintly. I felt a chill run down my spine. Something was not right. My heart skipped a beat. “Mom, what do you think?” “They’re handsome, but... I don’t know, something about their faces seems familiar.” One of the men took a step forward and wrapped his arms around me. The familiar scent of cedarwood filled the air, making my heart skip a beat. “Are you satisfied yet?”

And when it did, the chains would rise again. And he would have no choice but to feed them. ☠️ End of Chapter 2