Novel & Cerita Dead Space Fanfiction

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.

I was probably behaving weirdly and I could see he starting to worry. "Yeah, it's just-- I'm cold. Yeah cold." I lied. It wasn't actually a lie since I suddenly felt chilled to the bones. "Oh, hold on for a moment then, we should set up the camps soon its dark after all and this place keeps getting creepier but no worries okay? I've been in forests even late at night and there are no such things as witches or wizards or vamps." He chuckled. He said that to calm me down but down but all I could feel was more fear at the mention of vampire but laughed with him Anyways, she didn't want start acting like a sissy, that was Sadie's and Adrianna's job.

I growled and he shifted realizing that I was changing before his eyes. "Nice to meet you, Death," he purred and I instantly transformed into my dark inky mass. I watched the reaper try to break forth but Rai resisted and remained himself. I pushed my excited Death back and continued tying him face down to the bed. I pulled off his pants and underwear and bit his ass cheek, making him jump. I spread his legs and tied each of them as well. Rai watched me curiously as I headed back to the cabinet and came back with a medium size butt plug and a lit candle.

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

The sound of the party still echoed through the ground and Deshawn's honey-brown eyes were wide with anticipation as he waited for Death to say something else. The night that Deshawn's ghost form disappeared and Reniella De Vega made her wish, Death saw something shift. It shifted within Reniella and it shifted within the world that he walked. Her anguish was enough to break all promises he'd made to the boundaries and it was enough to allow her mother and Deshawn to be saved together in the same universe.

*Death's POV* I could hear her thoughts and I could smell her. Faster. Faster. Faster. She thought and my hand moved faster on my erect cock. I could hear her as she orgasmed and a loud cry left her lips as my cum squirted out of me with a groan of her name. I wanted to hear her cry my name as she cummed. A knock on my door happened, "Hold up," I say as I pull up my zipper and quickly take some paper cleaning my cum from the wall, "Come in,"

There are only ten minutes left in the college entrance exam when the back door of the classroom bursts open. My best friend, Isaac Powell, kicks it in. He grabs me by the back of my collar, drags me out of the hall, and shoves me into a black SUV idling at the curb. "Are you insane? That was the college entrance exam!" I yell. "Is an exam more important than your life? The students in that room… are probably all dead by now!" Before I can respond, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Notifications flood the class group chat. "@Trevon, the proctor is looking for you." "@Trevon, did you forget about the party after the test?" "@Trevon, where the hell did you go?" My stomach drops as I

He hisses as I bite his lip hard, and lick at the blood that beads from his lip. We lie next to one another, content and sated. I shut my eyes and rest next to my mate. His fingers comb through my hair. His lips pay homage to my skin. I let my mind slip into a deep sleep. When I open my eyes, I'm in the Plane of the Dead. Except there are no spirit guides. No Iphigenia waiting for me. No Hekate. The sky is bloodred and the horizon is dark and hazy as always, but no one is there.

“If she casts me out, I will meet you at the edge of the River Styx and kill you in Purgatory over and over until the Ferryman comes to collect us. And if Hades allows, I will continue to kill you in the Underworld until the end of time.” “I underestimated you.” He chokes up blood. “Everyone does.” I whisper and lay my full weight against the pommel, extinguishing any light left in his spirit. Screams and howls erupt in the distance. I look away from the blood flowing out of his body and move toward Reaper. “They know he died?” I lean heavily against him, suddenly exhausted. “They’re retreating?” Reaper huffs with a nod and gently lowers his body so I can climb onto his back.

In the sorrow of death is the proof of love, of the bonds that exist beyond our reality, beyond the spacetime, matter and energy that makes our world real. Alpha Paul, Damian and Jake are taking note of each deceased person before their bodies are wrapped in preparation for cremation. With them is Alpha Reece and a few other Alphas’, helping to identify the bodies. The pack are digging shallow graves, in which the bodies will lay to be burned. Damian warily wipes his brow as he continues to jot down the names. Each time a name is written, the body is lovingly wrapped, the name written on the sheet and the body softly placed in a shallow grave. ‘Damian, how are you holding up? May I ask how m