Dead Space Fanfic Novels & Stories

Surely, there's more to this girl that I don't know of. Two days later. Vanora Campbell. Monster. That's what he is. I woke up very angry, this is the third day and I'm hungry as fuck. I think I've lost some weight also. My body shook from being famished for too long. I'm going to kill Zavi. He made my nights horrible with shitty nightmares. Every night, I would suck up on that bed seeing the man that I had killed look at me, with those cold lifeless eyes. The door opened and a very worried Davina came in with a tray in her hands. She dropped it on the bed and said, "Oh dear. I asked you to be careful. Look how pale you've become,"

"You must have heard the story of 'Little Red Riding Hood' from your grandmother when you were a child. The story goes that a wolf sees her in the forest and decides to hunt her. However, he doesn't eat her right away. Instead, he tames her, goes to her house, invites her to his bed, and falls asleep with her tucked up against his arm. Despite knowing he is a wolf, she is not afraid of him because she also feels a sexual attraction toward him." "I wanted to do the same from the beginning, but I enjoy seeing the uncertainty in their eyes while killing my victim. Seeing the pain of being cheated and the struggle to run away gives me great relief. The sound of their dying sobs is always so sati

She then looked at at him as she exclaimed, "How dare you!" "It's your surname though!" She slapped his arm and for a moment he lost control of the car but quickly recovered. "Shit..." Ashleigh breathed out as Damien chuckled nervously. "Sorry." "I swear if I died I would've killed you!" "How would you do that when you're dead?" "I'll possess you and make you commit suicide." Damien gave her a look. "Thats dark woman." "I love you too."

“This isn’t a fantasy book, Haylee Smith. I’m talking about our life. So no, you aren’t a vampire.” “Are you sure about that? With everything happening lately, my life definitely feels like a fantasy book.” I retorted, smiling to myself as I walked down the hallway, even though I shouldn’t find this funny. “In fact, this story is transitioning too—into a fantastic fantasy romance. The heat of the kiss we shared with—” “Can you stay focused?” Liya interjected, but I sensed her happiness as we both recalled the passionate moment we had with Xalen before he left my bed. “You are such a horny wolf.”

She was not dead. When I saw her crimson eyes, I smelled a familiar scent on her. The scent of blood. My blood. “Elena, thank you. For exchanging your blood with mine. Your blood turned me into a vampire.” Sylvia leaned against Kael’s chest, smiling sweetly. I recalled all the years after our marriage. Every time I lay down in my coffin to sleep, my body always felt unbearably heavy. The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion.

I could feel his breath in my ear so my hair stood up and my chest heaved because it was beating so fast and I don't know why. I was when he pulled me and ran somewhere very fast and weakly leaned me against a tree causing him to face me. My eyes almost widened when I saw who it was. He is the one who added me as a friend on F******k. He is… Xenon Vamir. "That's right, it's me," he said with a smile. I don't know why my heart beats faster and I want to feel his body on me through a hug. I was surprised when he grabbed me by the waist and then hugged me as if he was very eager. He sniffed my neck and kissed me softly. Sh*t!

For a few precious hours, our home felt almost safe. But the calm was a lie. It always was, with Caden Dovewood lurking. He'd known about Eve, a shadow always at my heels. His gaze was a constant, chilling reminder that my carefully built double life was his to expose whenever he chose. I'd lived with his eyes on me for weeks, enduring his presence at school, the forced closeness, the terrifying physical demands. The encounter with Richard, a desperate gamble for cash had only deepened my vulnerability, giving Caden more specific ammunition. My mind kept returning to Richard—a lonely man, yes, but also a symbol of how far I’d gone, how much deeper into the shadows I’d stepped. This new part

"Lucas, I'm already dead! Why won't you take care of Tina? She can't sleep with a corpse! She'll get a shock!" However, nothing worked. He couldn't hear me at all. Also, I was dead, so there was no way for me to communicate with him through our mind link. Lucas turned angry again when he saw that I didn't move a single muscle. "Ava! Did you hear what I just said? I can overlook the fusses you made in the past, but this is our daughter! Can't you care for her better than this?" I screamed at the top of my lungs again. "I am dead! Lucas, I'm fucking dead! Please, for the love of God, look at my body! Look at me!"

The blame rests entirely upon my actions. His arms tightened around me. Against my hair he murmured the words, "No, it’s not." My attempts to halt the progression proved futile. The sensation of it taking place reached my awareness. That spiraling sensation. The oppressive burden suffocates and compresses. The event extended beyond her mere passing. This event marked his demise as well. The memories returned with relentless force, sweeping through my consciousness as an unyielding tidal surge. An additional firearm discharge occurred. Another friend gone. A lifeless body rests at my feet.

I thought about ten days of sitting across from him at dinner while the unbinding worked through my blood, while he talked about where we might go after the ceremony, what the first week after the Turning would feel like. He had been so present in those ten days. So careful. So completely unaware. That was the thing I kept coming back to. Not Isabeau. Not the three years of manufactured distance. None of it would have worked if he had simply been paying attention. She hadn't created the distance between us. She had only filled it. — The river moved past, slow and grey and constant. I stopped at a railing and stood there for a while. Somewhere in New York, an eight-hundred-year-old vampire wa