Dead Space Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Chapter 87: The Daughter’s Light The Dead Zone was a graveyard of the world. We drove the battered SUV across the border. The landscape changed instantly. The trees were petrified skeletons. The ground was grey ash that swirled in the wind. There was no sound here. No birds. No insects. Just the silence of entropy. And the cold. It wasn't the natural cold of winter. It was the supernatural cold radiating from the figure walking ahead of us. Victor was a mile ahead. He wasn't running. He was walking with a slow inevitable pace.

and getting a complete head-to-toe make-over in the middle of it all. I text our room number to Zeke, and Mary Sue settles onto the bed and turns on the T.V. while we wait. I can’t settle for anything so mundane—I’m too hyped up, so instead I pace across the room, counting down the seconds until our mark arrives. Every pore, every nerve in my body is tingling with anticipation. My oldest, dearest friend, Death, is just around the corner. Soon—oh, so soon—I will be taking the knife from my purse and plunging it deep, deep into soft, moist flesh. The tension of knowing a cathartic release is coming . . . I tell you, it’s better than sex.

Leesa said glumly, “it might not be the only thing it triggered. Dr. Clerval’s eyes widened with interest. “What do you mean?” “I’ll tell you in a minute,” Leesa replied. “But can we stick to the dreams just a bit longer? I can understand why the one dream has to do with a vampire, given everything that happened last semester. But zombies? I have no idea where that’s coming from. Why am I suddenly dreaming about dead people returning to life? And is it truly happening? Or is someone just digging up bodies as a prank? Even if it’s just a prank, why am I dreaming about it?” She smiled. “That’s a lot of questions, I know. Do you know anything about zombies?”

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.

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

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

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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.