Dead Space Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“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.

"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

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.

Frustration bubbled inside me as I clicked link after link, searching for anything that felt real. Then I found it. An article buried deep in an obscure forum, titled “The Forgotten Threat: Nightwalkers Among Us.” “Guys,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I think I found something.” They crowded around me as I scrolled through the page. It described creatures that thrived in darkness, their eyes pitch black, their presence marked by death and destruction. The details were sparse, but the fear in the writer’s words was palpable. “This has to be fake,” Zane said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

"Kill me with your mind, Zora. Delete me from this room. Or let me take what I bought." He lowered his head, his lips ghosting over my neck, just above the black diamond. I felt the first lick of the Void then—not as smoke, but as a silent, icy explosion. The temperature in the bunker plummeted. Frost began to spider-web across the silver walls. A wave of absolute obsidian darkness erupted from my chest, swallowing the fluorescent lights until we were standing in a pocket of total nothingness. Dante didn't pull away. He let out a low, guttural groan of approval, his grip on my wrists tightening as the shadows began to "delete" the light around his own skin.

, I hit my chest and Tash cuts. I sink into the chair and Tasha and Tash gives me a thumbs up. I give a fake smile and sigh. "Davil won't like this", Tash says excitedly and Tasha hits his arm playfully. "Good thing I am the rightful heir and not him. All he can do is get angry. Good thing I never cared about how bad someone gets", I stand up and everything is fuzzy. I have the same premonition of Tasha dying, I am soaked in blood, Tareem carrying the body of his wife. I go on a killing rampage and I kill everything and everyone on sight. The dead bodies of vampires.

So dirty, she then looked down at the figure, ah no, the bloody corpse lying pitifully with its rotten organs dug out near her feet. Xia smiling poke the zombies corpses using her feet and thought ‘If this world is an apocalypse, then there is no restriction for me to kill a few right?' Xia's smile grew bigger as she thought of this. 'This world is very interesting after all'

Sage stopped him with a trembling voice and he moved his feet towards the bed, walking past Simon who wore a grim expression. Sage's eyes fell on the lifeless form of his mother and sister, his mind reeling in denial. He searched for any sign of life, but there was none. He reached out a hand to touch Lady Phoenix's cheek and with a shaky hand, he touched Simone's hand. They were both cold to the touch and the reality hit him. They were both dead, murdered. He could see the part where Lady Phoenix had been staked and the neck where Simone had been slaughtered. He didn't want to believe it at first and had hoped they were still somehow, alive, but that doesn't seem to be true. He felt suffoca

"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!"

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.