Dead Space Fanfic Novels & Stories

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode seven 🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. A shiver raked my body as I woke up and noticed that I was naked. But where’s the blanket and……….. My gaze landed on king Damien as he sat on a rocking chair, looking down at me with lust in his eyes. I gulped and tried looking elsewhere, suddenly feeling shy as his gaze pierced me.

The feeling of being watched when you’re just trying to sleep. Hindrance is the clingy ex of human existence—it doesn’t take hints, doesn’t leave when you ask nicely, and sure as hell doesn’t care about your schedule. And you’d think, after death, it’d finally fuck off. But no. Turns out even in death, I can’t escape it. Ain’t that a bitch? I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, watching Leah breathe in her sleep. Her hair’s all tangled around her face, lips twitching like she was arguing with someone in her dreams. Cute.

"A young woman vanishes without a trace. No evidence. No leads. As if she simply... ceased to exist." "The story fascinated me. I dug deeper, trying to find the truth behind the disappearance — until I came across a novel." My body went rigid. "What did you just say? A novel?" "The world we're in right now — it's a novel. I stumbled into it the same way you did. That's when I realized you didn't just disappear. You crossed over, just like me." "I've been watching you for a while. Everything about you confirmed it — you're the woman who vanished."

"Standard Wednesday." Slowly, the other Vesperas began to fade. Fantasy Vespera turned transparent. "My realm calls," she said. "Farewell, sisters." Mafia Vespera tipped her hat as she dissolved into sepia smoke. "Keep your noses clean." Cyberpunk Vespera pixelated. "Logging off." Vesper Thorne and Cyra Hale held hands as they faded into white light. "Thanks for the pizza," Vesper winked. And then, they were gone.

ZANE’s POV. I kept eye contact with her, my fingers brushing her bare waist. She was putting on a cute Northbridge crop sweater. I didn’t forget that there was a party downstairs, that I was supposed to be downstairs because, apparently, it was my friend who was hosting the party, but I didn’t fucking care. Alessia was here with me, and she was the whole crowd for me. Fuck me, if this was what it felt like to be distracted by her, then yes, I wanted the distraction. I was happy with it.

Crassus stared at the direction of Dagon with an unclear gaze before directing it at Chanel. "You lost him, didn't you?" "Obviously." Replied Chanel as she turned to look at him, a cold smile lurking at the corner of her lips. The two locked gazes for a while before the man broke free and walked into the house. Later that night, Drexa towered over the place where she buried Cassidy's body. Behind her were three vampires with shovels. Drexa took a swing from the alcohol which she held before taking several steps backward. She turned away from the grave and said, "Get me the coffin."

My body was broken but not beyond repair, and Damon stood there, his hands dripping, his eyes wild, refusing to leave my side until they told him I was safe. And here I am now, still breathing, still alive, tucked away in my parents’ house, waiting for my man because I miss him so much it makes me want to claw the walls. I laugh too, because isn’t it crazy? I almost died, yet here I am giggling like a fool because I want him near me every second. Hehehe. Oh, and in case you were wondering, Tasha died. Bitch. She deserved it. And Darren? Asshole. I hope her pussy and his dick both get burned in hell for eternity.

"The coastal station is compromised. There’s an old subway tunnel five miles from here that leads to the 'Dead Zone'—the ruins of the first city. That’s where Life Zero began." ​We ran. ​The five miles felt like five minutes. With the Scythe active, my physical limits were gone. I was a blur of violet light, and Julian—connected to me through the bond—kept pace, his movements fluid and lethal. We were no longer a doctor and a patient; we were two halves of a single, devastating storm. ​We reached the entrance to the "Dead Zone"—a rusted iron gate swallowed by overgrown vines that pulsed with a strange, sickly blue light. This was where the "Modern World" ended and the "Supernatural World" be

I started feeling every wall of her pussy, groaning when I reached my climax. That wasn't all. I closed my eyes, opening them again. I felt it already changing. I opened my mouth, bringing out my two long teeth. I fisted it inside her throat, deep enough as her blood pumped out. It was fresh, just like I imagined. Her weak scream filled the air, and I sucked to my satisfaction. I released her, glaring when I saw she was already dead. I hissed, "Kael! Get the corpse out of my bed and change the bed!"

Marco instructs Vinny as they make their way to the limousine, leaving behind a scene of pain and menace in the secluded barn. ELENA Home, the place where I seek solace and a sanctuary from my life’s chaos. The comforting routine is disrupted when a text notification chimes on my phone. At this late hour. “definitely Sarah sending some random meme or another”. I mumble. After finishing up with my bed, I check the message, only to be met with a gasp escaping my lips. It's not Sarah. An unknown contact, yet the content is unmistakable – a picture of a battered Daren accompanied by a chilling message: