Dead Space Fanfiction Novels & Stories

~death~ "Fuck me, I knew this was going to be a bad idea. When the Prez finds out, I'm dead. But at this moment, seeing her flawless pale skin and realizing she wasn't wearing a bra... When I noticed she was missing during the chaos of our return, I didn't think much of it. But when I looked around for her and saw she wasn't in her room, I cursed and quickly went out looking for her. Thank fuck I did. I found her a good ways from the clubhouse, walking. I could tell something was wrong the moment I looked into her eyes, so I decided to take a different route and head to a nearby motel. Here I am now, with her splayed out on top of me, asking her if she's sure about this. Her eyes bore into m

It was too cold and quiet. I quickly looked at the door. There were no whispers, no movement, I breathed out slowly. “Maybe the nightmare was over.” “Maybe today has broken whatever madness that started last night,” I said. As I walked into my bedroom, I froze. The woman in white sat calmly at the edge of my bed, and water was dripping from her onto the floor. She slowly lifted her face, this time I saw her face clearly. She was beautiful but dead. I couldn't scream or breathe.

Everything in my life had gone wrong the minute I turned 16. My mother's death, Uncle Alessandro's death, then meeting Leone. The rest of last night had been a blur, and somewhere inside me, I had hoped, as I lay awake throughout, staring at the gun I should have used back in that restaurant, that Leone would back out of this alliance. He hated me just as much, and I hoped he would realize overnight that he hated me too much to share a house with me and take some stupid vows.

"Give me a sample. I need something to turn in." Max turned his face away, clearly embarrassed, but still took the vial. Even through the haze of candle smoke, I caught the faint red creeping up his ears. By morning, Max was back on the bed, slipping into the Death-Trance Spell to play dead. I picked up my case and opened the door. "Well?" Titus wheeled over the second he saw me, asking for an update. I hadn't expected him to be stationed right outside the bedroom all night. Good thing we hadn't made a move.

She didn't get a chance to complete her sentence— for Zander's long pointed wolfy nails dug in the flesh around her throat, drawing out her windpipe. It was a punishment for putting his mate into such a situation. She squirmed for shallow three seconds before her soul left her body, and dropped dead in his feet. Her blood spilled around his feet, slipping under his shoes. The metallic taste of blood infected his breathing, providing him pleasure. The death of the mad man's daughter was pleasurable enough to dry his tears off. He kicked her corpse aside and galloped further— breaking through the glass wall without caring of the noise it created.

“WAKE UP, DANIELA!” THE DEATH WARNING, YET RATHER A CALL THAT DANIELA DREAMED ABOUT AFTER WALKING UP IN THE SERIES OF CHANCES, GREED, SACRIFICES, AND THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS, AND FROM AN INEVITABLE CHANCE TO TURN BACK INTO TIME AND RUN INTO THE LOOP OF SPACE AND DIMENSION. TO HER LIFE THAT WAS SURROUNDED WITH LIES, BLESSED FATE, BUT CURSE DESTINY SHE IS ENTWINED TO SAVE THE PERSON WHO IS LONG DEAD FROM THE PRESENT THAT SHE NEVER HAD IN THE FIRST PLACE. NOW BEING STUNNED BY THE LIFE SHE NEVER DREAMS OF HAVING, SHE RUNS TOWARD THE SERIES OF MISERIES BEHIND THE HIDDEN BOOKS OF THE REINCARNATED BLOOD SHE BARES.

There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. I hope that you enjoy Alpha of the Dead. --Sydney

“She was so willing, so warm and alive. Now she is cold and empty because of our gluttony. We should have been more careful.” Damien closed my staring eyes with two gentle fingers, his touch lingering on my cold cheek. “She is still beautiful in death. But this was not what she wanted. We killed the woman who trusted us with her obsession.” I heard every word. Every guilty confession. Every regret. I wanted to scream at them that it was okay, that the pleasure had been worth it, but my dead body refused to obey. I was trapped inside this frozen shell, aware of the cold marble beneath me, the heavy scent of blood and sex still thick in the air, and the overwhelming presence of the five ancien

Adam: Say hi to Wes for me. Max: I know what you’re doing right now. Sidney: What’s that? Max: Watching Final Destination with @L1v1ngDead1te. Sidney: All of Twitter knows that. Max: What’s your favorite death scene? Sidney: The bathroom Max: Kinky girl into strangulation. Sidney tapped her fingertips on the keys at the last message. Something in the words made the back of her jaw flex. She clicked away, not caring he could see she had read what he had sent.

Her breath hits my ear,and she whispers making a shiver to run down my spine. "Death" I move my head in a no while she just smiles, getting up to turn her back on me and approach the Alpha. My fists clench as I see her peck his lips, my teardrops wetting the ground. They don't stop there. His hand rests on her waist and he deepens the kiss. While she enjoys it, holding his face in her hands. I felt already dead , they will do a favour on me by killing me. "Finish him "