Dead Space Fanfic Novels & Stories

Kelvin disconnected me from the life-support machine, and I felt my strength ebbing away. "I can't die now, please give me a second chance," I whispered, my voice barely audible through the agony that wracked my body. Tears streamed down my face as I pleaded with fate to spare my life. Kelvin's face twisted into a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with a sinister pleasure. "Goodbye, dear wife," he sneered. "See you never again." His voice was laced with disdain and satisfaction, and I knew I was staring into the face of pure evil.

get engaged to someone else" Erada reeled backwards in shock, she didn't realize her fingers were shaking until her purse dropped to the ground. " Eldest miss.. we didn't mean to break the news to you. But you gave us no choice.." Declan groaned in pains. ' the second master is planning to get engaged to someone else ' The word echoed continuously as she stumbled backwards. * * * *The Camp Of The Undead* *Devil's Lane* It was late in the evening when Venom finally returned from Green city.

My body feels cold. So cold. I tighten my weak grip around Draven. His breathing is shallow now. Too shallow. The bond flickers weakly between us. Like a dying flame. “Draven…” I whisper, though I’m not sure the sound even leaves my lips. His hand twitches weakly against mine. And I realize something that makes my heart shatter. We’re both dying. The bond pulses faintly between us. Two fading hearts. Two fading wolves. And everything slowly goes dark.

Marcus said flatly, and Jesse frowned feeling Marcus shift again, the bed groaning under his weight. “Hey,” Jesse muttered, “Ever think about how if we die tomorrow, we’ll never get laid again?” Marcus frowned like Jesse had said something insulting. “You really wanna do this now?” “I’m just saying… if we die tomorrow, I don’t wanna go out with blue balls.”. Jesse rolled to face him while Marcus stared intently at the ceiling in silence. “I mean, come on,” Jesse continued, sitting up and unsure if the conversation was hitting any nerves because of how silent Marcus had gone. “It’s not like there are rules anymore. We’ve literally murdered the undead. What’s a little end-of-days d—”

A desperate wail tore from my throat. Watching me writhe in pain, Sophia's voice dripped with triumph: "Once you're dead, the Luna's throne will be mine." I thrashed, fighting for breath, but every gasp only drew in more wolfsbane-laced water. My life force drained away at terrifying speed. Consciousness blurred, then faded. Minutes later, my last breath dissolved into the darkness. The water dungeon fell silent once more, leaving only a cold corpse for the water snakes to feast upon.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

Adrian's POV Elena died the day I reached the sea. The owner said she'd only fallen asleep. She sat in the chair, facing the sea, the unfinished sketchbook still on her knees. The lines on the paper were faint, not yet formed. They were like the last stretch of her life, light enough to scatter at a breath. It was only when I lifted her that I found she'd already gone utterly cold. After a human dies, the warmth fades little by little.

Melody looked at Zach dotingly like a woman in love. Zach sure had his way with words. He could easily console Melody with just a few words. I did not listen to the rest of their conversation. My mind was only engrossed in one thing. No wonder Brandon did not like me—he was Melody's husband. I had to give it to Melody. She had an affair right under Brandon's nose, even when they worked together. I wondered what had happened to Brandon after my death in my past life. Then, an idea came to me. I was delighted.

"Elena has always used tears and weakness to get sympathy. This is just a more dramatic version of her usual act." "Brother Leo is right," Chloe said, gently taking Damon's hand. "My sister just wants to make you feel guilty so you'll take her back. But you must not fall for it." "If a person truly dies, the mate bond snaps instantly," Leo analyzed. "The whole thing. Gone. But you can still feel a faint connection, which means she's still alive." "Right!" Damon's eyes reignited with furious flames. "She thinks she can manipulate me like this? How naive!"

Then, he repeatedly cut his wrist in the abandoned factory where I had died. "Sammy, will I finally see you if I die? I'll personally go and ask for your forgiveness!" Without the restraints holding me back in the world, I turned and walked away. What does it matter if he regretted it now? I would never forgive him! The day Christina was executed was a good day. My mother picked out a plot to bury me in a beautiful spot, claiming it would ensure my safety in the next life. "Wait for me, Sammy."