Dead Space Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She then looked at at him as she exclaimed, "How dare you!" "It's your surname though!" She slapped his arm and for a moment he lost control of the car but quickly recovered. "Shit..." Ashleigh breathed out as Damien chuckled nervously. "Sorry." "I swear if I died I would've killed you!" "How would you do that when you're dead?" "I'll possess you and make you commit suicide." Damien gave her a look. "Thats dark woman." "I love you too."

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

His razor-sharp teeth tore the flesh and chewed the muscle, his body growing plump as he feasted on her guilt. She screamed and tried to get away. But she couldn’t move. The angry Nameless Dead drew near, a pile three hundred thousand deep worming her way in a line four miles long. At the end of the hall, Madame’s skeleton carefully stood. In the dusty red light, Lucky could see the flesh grow. Pale and white, it slithered from the bone and snapped around her limbs, reaching up to her neck and the smooth of her skull. The kimono fell and rose as the darkness pumped fetid air into her dry lungs. Fingers stretched. The head circled on the neck. Hands rose to find the black wig with the high bu

“We are in my space, the Blank Space and I had designed this place especially to escape death. So yeah, death reaches here, but slowly, very slowly. Slow enough for me to interrupt his path, disrupt his plan and escape his clutch. And the deaths I cause turn into soul ink that is used to sustain the Blank Space. Such souls don’t return to death or life cycle. They are forever lost in Blank Space. Like your precious mother, and all those who were turned into soul ink will forever be trapped in this space. How about we add their souls to this collection? And you, my Bond, can make it so much easier…” Carys struggle became more violent. “Fortunately, those two still have time because death hasn

Cassandra broke into the dark room. There was someone lying on the floor, cold and out of the seat. She gasps, screaming in horror. [Zayn!! Smme is ded!! Dead!!!] She texts the male. Feeling the vibrations in his hand yet again, Zayn opens her text to read and gasp as well. The man on the chair, in the control room has been dead for a few moments. Cassandra was terrified to be in the same room as a dead person. She was shivering from head to toe as her vitals were going weak.

There was no sign of someone resembling Frey entering this town at all. “You think Frey went to another town?” I asked while thinking of other towns Frey might go to. "Unless she's on the edge of town and away from the townspeople," Hayley said. “What do you mean?” When Hayley was about to answer my question, suddenly several people entered the pub. They sat at the guest table. Martin immediately approached them. “Martin, did you hear about the Flower Skull attacks in Diantha forest? They caught some of the vampires over there!” someone shouted from the table. Hearing this, I suddenly turned around. I immediately approached the man.

Once, the energy of her powers faded away, the scent of Dawn's blood wrapped around the house thickly and my fangs elongated, my heart warming up at the thought of seeing my mate again, that was until the putrid scent of the dead vampire who laid a few feet from us distorted the scent in the air. "Where in the dark hell are we? What the hell happened here" Fatimah asked, looking around the building before gazing back at me. She moved towards the body, her eyes taking in every little detail of it. "That is a gruesome way to die, but I must say it looks so clean, it's like a piece of art," Fatimah said as she inspected the severed head of the dead. Masika stared at the corpse, her eyes widenin

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

The blame rests entirely upon my actions. His arms tightened around me. Against my hair he murmured the words, "No, it’s not." My attempts to halt the progression proved futile. The sensation of it taking place reached my awareness. That spiraling sensation. The oppressive burden suffocates and compresses. The event extended beyond her mere passing. This event marked his demise as well. The memories returned with relentless force, sweeping through my consciousness as an unyielding tidal surge. An additional firearm discharge occurred. Another friend gone. A lifeless body rests at my feet.

I went back to my bed and crashed on it very exhausted. I have 5 more days to enjoy this before I go back to work. I started falling asleep when I heard him enter the room. He came beside me and then got into the sheets with Mr. He pulled me closer to himself and kissed my neck I smiled. I wish everyday could be like this with him, but unfortunately I can't, cuz I'm Sebastian Greenwood. And I can't fall in love with a man