Dead Stars Characters Novels & Stories

I tried to make out heads and tails of his story but I had so many doubts and I didn’t even know where to start from. “Eat up fast. Explain to Mom and Dads later. I didn’t understand anything,” I said and hastily shoved a plate towards him. * ⁠* * * * CHARACTER SKETCH: ZOE'S MATES: Talon Green – Green Moss Pack Lucan Cohen – Ocean Spirit Pack Corwin Dixon – Moon Shine Pack (Dad C) Valen Anderson – Crystal Blood Pack Zarek Rexter – Silver Bow Pack Victor King – Vampire King (Dad V)

The big black horses barely made any sound, there was no conversation among the big guards who had large scary tattoos around them. Leading the guards, were four people on black horses; Demenicus Darke, the alpha of the skull pack, Simion and Euvene Darke, the alpha first twin sons, and lastly Reven. F. Darke, the bastard last son of the alpha, who was known by other packs as the Deathkeeper, because of his brutality and savagery.

I found shelter under the drab over a flower shop as I took the call. "Hello, Am I speaking with Adira Alexander?" I didn't recognize the voice over the phone, this was definitely not my mom. "Yes, I am Adira Alexander, could you please tell me why you're with my mom's phone." I asked the person. "Please calm down, I am officer Donald, you see there was a clash between gangs at Area T and your family was just involved in a gasly accident claiming the lives of both your parents and leaving your brother with third degree burns and in a coma. I'm sorry miss." The officer said from the other side of the phone.

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.

Star Soul Evil Spirit smiled and said, “Don’t worry, of course I won’t do this to you. I will successfully dissect you and then throw you into the salt water to slowly heal your wounds. After that, I will cut your wounds open and throw you back into the salt water again. This process will let you taste what is called a fate worse than death!” "I'll let you understand what it means to beg for death. Don't question my words. Don't forget that I come from the peerless Dragon Gate!" “No! Don’t! Don’t!” The Queen of Killers was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Stupefied, he was nearly scared silly by his star souls. Yang Xiao’s entire body shivered. The way he looked at the star souls had chan

He’s just a little overbearing, but it all comes from his love for me. The Deads – this name still gives me the chills – go to train with the other warriors, saying that they want to see if the wolves have any chance against the Undeads heading our way, and Thea and Leo’s sons drag Lia and Blake outside, having mentioned something about getting to know their cousin.

Who was this soul? This was none other than Tang Yazhu, the girl who had just left the Blood Dragon Palace to execute a Class Z mission a week ago. Tang Yazhu could not help but curse at the world. She just could not believe that she died! After successfully executing the mission, Tang Yazhu had gotten herself busy with celebrating the adrenaline during the mission. However, who knew that someone would ambush her and take the three vials she stole from the research facility which was installed with the same security as the pentagon.

Said Jax. "Can you believe it? This dumbass was bragging about barely escaping with his life." Said Sean incredulously. "Shaw there's something you need to see." Jax's mood shifted quickly, and he looked nervous and pissed off suddenly. "Show me." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled photograph. He unfolded it and handed it to me. When I looked at the picture my blood ran cold. I was looking at a photo of Katherine and Amelia dressed in black at what appears to be a funeral. I felt sick to my stomach. I stared at the picture until Jax spoke again.

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

I just stood there, frozen, staring at the number on the screen. Two hundred and fourteen people. Dead. I felt something claw at the inside of my throat, but I swallowed it down. My hands were shaking, my nails biting into my palms. The Game Master’s grin faltered for the first time. It looked… disappointed. “Oh, come on now,” it said, voice softening to a mocking pout. “Where’s your enthusiasm? You’re still here! You’re the lucky ones!” Lucky… Lucky to be breathing in this godforsaken place, lucky to dance for our lives, lucky to watch people explode or crumble while something with glowing eyes clapped like it was watching a talent show?