Dead Space Fanfiction Novels & Stories

There was a girl’s picture on it, brown hair and hazel eyes, she looked a lot like Catherine; as if a younger version of her. “I can never forget you…no matter how hard I try to…” She bit her lip as she felt tortured standing there, facing the tombstone of that one person she used to hate the most. * It was the same darkroom again, the smell of rotten furniture and nature that came in through the broken windows. Amy walked inside the room, and the half-conscious man had no idea about it. She smiled on seeing him so defenseless. *splash* He flinched and opened his eyes as he felt cold water being splashed on his face.

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.

He said, his gaze not leaving Vasperia whose face was now all bloodied. "Fine, I'm in for a treat too. Let's say a threesome. But she needs to take her bath and eat something less she faints before she takes another step." Raze said, flickering his eyes over her and wondering what it would be like fucking what Raze had already fucked. That thought alone brought some kind of competition and a feeling of superiority over him She was still going to die, after all, there's no harm in a little fun, right? As for Vasperia, she knew at once that it was either she died willingly or she died while trying to live.

It was divine, it almost didn't look like she died, even though he didn't know how long ago that was. She moaned as he tasted her, that split taste of a god of the dead. It was blood, beyond a sea of roses, it smelled divine, when had he ever thought of it as anything incredible, would he ever have thought that it was more than incredible, yes, he feared that she would eat his cock, could he to bite. In even opening his mouth, but with all his heart, he stood, in front of him, with the zombie, sucking him, with that tight and cold mouth, he was hard, as hard, as a young man could be, savouring that moment, wishing it would never end.

She was not dead. When I saw her crimson eyes, I smelled a familiar scent on her. The scent of blood. My blood. “Elena, thank you. For exchanging your blood with mine. Your blood turned me into a vampire.” Sylvia leaned against Kael’s chest, smiling sweetly. I recalled all the years after our marriage. Every time I lay down in my coffin to sleep, my body always felt unbearably heavy. The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion.

Riccardo stop this, once we're in there's no going back" the vixen whispered lowly in my ears as her sinful lips created marks on my body and her acrylics moving south ward to my groin. A low grunt left my lips and I grasped her ass to prevent myself from giving her all the control but it was too late cause Maja had me whipped in her seductive clutches. "We've come too far to relent diamante" I spoke in a hush tone and felt her teeth sink into my neck while her hand roamed freely on my hard cock. She grounded on my dick while her lips worked its power on my neck and trailed its magic down south my chest.

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.

For a few precious hours, our home felt almost safe. But the calm was a lie. It always was, with Caden Dovewood lurking. He'd known about Eve, a shadow always at my heels. His gaze was a constant, chilling reminder that my carefully built double life was his to expose whenever he chose. I'd lived with his eyes on me for weeks, enduring his presence at school, the forced closeness, the terrifying physical demands. The encounter with Richard, a desperate gamble for cash had only deepened my vulnerability, giving Caden more specific ammunition. My mind kept returning to Richard—a lonely man, yes, but also a symbol of how far I’d gone, how much deeper into the shadows I’d stepped. This new part

I tease, flashing her a playful grin, hoping to lighten the oppressive atmosphere that hangs between us. “Well, you’re kind of my only distraction,” she admits reluctantly, rolling her eyes as if the admission physically pains her. “But I’m still not sure if I prefer no human contact… or if you count as human.” I chuckle softly, her sarcasm a small comfort in this cold, unforgiving place. These past few weeks, since I started coming down here, I’ve been wrestling with strange dreams… vivid and haunting. They’re about my childhood, but they’re not just mine. They unfold through the eyes of my brother, Adis, and it’s unsettling how easily I slip into his memories.

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.