Dead Space Fanfic Novels & Stories

I felt the lives of my lovers drain from them as our connection faded, unable to stop my blade as their souls slipped away, our bond breaking with their deaths. Nudging the ball of power with my thoughts, I push it away, releasing it to float near the center of the room. I open my eyes. I am standing in a pool of blood. Sightless eyes staring up at me, their robes stained red. I didn’t notice the smell, my own body is too covered in Faye’s blood to notice any difference. There are no other smells of death, however, which means it must have happened recently. Looking closer, I can see that the skin on his face has sunken in, his body unusually gaunt, as if something had not only killed him vi

Already hard, I wrapped my hand around myself and I closed my eyes, stroking, I imagined him, not the guy in the video, but Nightshade. His voice in my ear, his whispers, his tongue tracing circles in my ears. The way he worshiped my dermal piercing and the tattoos on my back, grounding me with every thrust. I tweaked my wrist to skip forward, stroking faster. The headboard tapped against the wall slowly. I didn't care. But then I remembered, just then I remembered the anonymous message on Veil.

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

Until I realised it wasn't mine. I gasped, yanking my hands away from the cold body. The room returned in a blur, but the weight of that lifetime still pressed on my chest. I turned to see the body behind me. The sight was gory, it frightened me. It was exactly who I had seen, only that this one had long been dead with two puncture marks on her neck. It was Leora's sister. I could not understand what had just happened, and neither could the vampires. They stared at me trying to piece the puzzles together like the hidden word was written over me.

Life couldn’t have been better. Despite that, I couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the Duttons were up to. I knew that as long as they didn’t find a body, they wouldn’t declare a death. This led to endless speculation in society about whether the two of us were truly dead. Rumors and gossip spread everywhere, but I remained unmoved. Every day, I soaked up the sun, watched handsome men by the sea, and lived a life of pure indulgence. After half a year, though, I started to get a little bored.

She traced a lazy cross on his chest with a cum-slick finger. “That was only the beginning father Elias,” she whispered. “Tomorrow night we go beneath the church. The crypt. Where the old bishops rot. I want you to fuck me on their tombs until I scream loud enough to wake the dead.” She rose, letting his softening cock slip free with a wet sound. A river of their combined fluids followed, staining the altar cloth forever. Delphine dressed slowly, leisurely, licking her fingers clean while he watched from the altar, unable to move.

Adam: Say hi to Wes for me. Max: I know what you’re doing right now. Sidney: What’s that? Max: Watching Final Destination with @L1v1ngDead1te. Sidney: All of Twitter knows that. Max: What’s your favorite death scene? Sidney: The bathroom Max: Kinky girl into strangulation. Sidney tapped her fingertips on the keys at the last message. Something in the words made the back of her jaw flex. She clicked away, not caring he could see she had read what he had sent.

“Take a steamy hot shower to relax you while I’m gone. I won’t be gone too long.” Nodding my head, I kiss him. I watch Zane disappear as shadows wrap around him. I’m not sure if he really finds Death’s realm creepy or if he was just saying that, so I wouldn't want to go. I have to be honest. I don’t want to see where Death lives. I don’t think I will like it and I’m not for it. I’m happy to stay behind and take a hot shower. Zane can deal with Death. I have a feeling Zane is one of the few who can face Death head-on without fear. Just another reason he is different. I wonder why. I know he said he would tell me, but it’s killing me to know.

Sookie Stackhouse is a mind-reading waitress who falls in love with Bill Compton, a vampire who was turned after the Civil War. 14-15. A Touch Of Dead BY CHARLAINE HARRIS A Touch of Dead contains the complete Stackhouse short stories; a short-story volume, Many Bloody Returns, also has a Stackhouse story. 16-18. The Hunger, The Last Vampire, Lilith's Dream BY WHITLEY STRIEBER

One or two just… flickered, as if the system didn’t know whether to mark them as alive or dead. I’d written maybe two chapters of “Bone City” before abandoning it for Neon City fanfic. “Ghosts in the Vents” was three lines of an idea in a sticky note app. “Dead Girls Don’t Trend” had been a half‑drunk rant to a friend that never made it past the message window. They were all here. On my grave. My throat closed. Behind me, the soft shuffle and rustle of boots on paper told me the others were moving, fanning out, discovering their own stones.