Dead Space Fanfic Novels & Stories

There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. I hope that you enjoy Alpha of the Dead. --Sydney

I growled and he shifted realizing that I was changing before his eyes. "Nice to meet you, Death," he purred and I instantly transformed into my dark inky mass. I watched the reaper try to break forth but Rai resisted and remained himself. I pushed my excited Death back and continued tying him face down to the bed. I pulled off his pants and underwear and bit his ass cheek, making him jump. I spread his legs and tied each of them as well. Rai watched me curiously as I headed back to the cabinet and came back with a medium size butt plug and a lit candle.

The present Janelle’s POV My grandmother always told me secrets are like zombies, they always come back to hunt you. I guess that may be the case for me right now. “I never saw him again.” My best friend May chuckles. “You sound like you’re talking about a ghost, Jane.” I flip through the medical file lying on my office desk, studying my patient’s chart. Ten years later, I’m no longer the fifteen-year-old naive girl from my flashback, though I still very much hate Truce King. I’m a successful neurosurgeon, wealthy enough, and I’m living my best life with my best friend, May and my sister Bella.

He lunges, the blade slicing through the air, aimed at my chest, just above my right breast. I recoil, anticipating the agony. The knife bites deep, and I wince my vision blurring. My blood spills, warm and crimson, sliding down my torso. Denzel's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. With a twisted grin, he slits open his own rotting hand, revealing festering flesh. He presses his wounded hand against mine, mingling our skin. I scream as my blood blends with his skin, feeling an eerie presence invade my body. It's as if dark entities are awakening within me.

“If she casts me out, I will meet you at the edge of the River Styx and kill you in Purgatory over and over until the Ferryman comes to collect us. And if Hades allows, I will continue to kill you in the Underworld until the end of time.” “I underestimated you.” He chokes up blood. “Everyone does.” I whisper and lay my full weight against the pommel, extinguishing any light left in his spirit. Screams and howls erupt in the distance. I look away from the blood flowing out of his body and move toward Reaper. “They know he died?” I lean heavily against him, suddenly exhausted. “They’re retreating?” Reaper huffs with a nod and gently lowers his body so I can climb onto his back.

Without thinking I rushed forward, surprising him as I lowered my shoulder into his stomach and drove him off his feet, sending us both crashing into the next row of graves. I may have been older in vampire years than this underling but I was a bit weaker. We wrestled on the ground with each other, claws scraping and teeth biting. The vicious underling came close to killing me when he pulled back and rammed his fist toward my chest, aiming for my heart. But I was to fast for him and capitalized on his mistake by rolling away from him and coming to my feet, back handing him across the face and hitting him so hard that he flipped over backwards onto his stomach. Only thinking of my survival I

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.

He was standing far far away from the group so he was obviously not a part of us, he was looking down all along but as he lifted his head, I saw a his eyes turn deep red before he disappeared completely leaving me shivering against Lucas's body. ¶•¶•¶•¶

she said happily. "Have you watched one of it where the male lead kissed his girlfriend's enemy, how does it end?" he was ready to hear something soothing. "That is too easy. There is one worse than that and it still ended happily. I've seen a dead lover risen again. That's called a fantasy though" she made him happy. That had been more than he wanted to hear. "Now I can sleep in peace. Thanks, Mrs Flinch" Raymond breathed in deep.

She had escaped from the crypt. "He's not dead! He's not dead!" Daphne threw herself onto the coffin, pounding on the lid like a woman possessed, her voice so shredded it was barely human. "Stellan isn't dead! He's not dead! He's not dead! You can't bury him! He's really not dead!" The chapel erupted. Everyone stared at Daphne in shock, then at the coffin, then at each other.