Dead Stars Characters Novels & Stories

Call it yourself David, Adam's personal assistant. Even though it was nearing dawn, the two men did not fall asleep. Even though Adam hasn't slept in two days, but his two black beads are still perfectly open. Even still able to give everyone a glare. Adam and David were busy in front of a computer screen, they were working hard on a mission. David is a reliable hacker who can undoubtedly have his abilities, it only took hundreds of hours to complete the CCTV.

As Grandpa burned them, he murmured through tears, "Ewan, I'm sending you all the things you love, so you won't be lonely over there. My good boy, your life was too bitter this time… In the next life, make sure you open your eyes wide and find a good family. Be a carefree, happy little boy, okay? I'll come to join you very soon…" Looking at his aging back, I wanted to cry. "Grandpa, you have to live a long, long life!" Just then, the young officer arrived at my grave, cradling a bouquet of white daisies. He gently laid the flowers down and offered a salute to my photograph, his eyes red-rimmed. "Rest in peace, young man. The bad guys got what they deserved." Looking at him, I clumsily mimick

Dante asked and took the phone from Dell but as soon as he looked at the phone it slowly fell from his hand, “The Alpha King Of Black Wolves Pack is dead”

“We have no way to get acquainted with living legends like the Living Reaper and the Stellar, but Kayson has the potential to reach the level of these two in the future. “If we can befriend him now, it'll be like having two extra lives for ourselves.” Shyla couldn’t help herself but chuckle. “Grandpa, you’re so funny. It’s without a doubt that Kace is pretty good, but I don’t think he can be compared to the Living Reaper and the Stellar.” These two people were the best doctors in the Nation of Dragons. They were said to have the ability to heal their patients even though they were in their death throes. The Living Reaper was the best out of the best, followed by the Stellar and then Joaquin.

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

Jason was in the room allocated to him and his siblings, wondering what to do while his uncle continued ranting just outside the room. Jason knew how it often ended. Daltom had a strong, superstitious community, and since both of his parents died, the locals wanted nothing to do with his. His eyes, one blue, and the other a light brown, was part of the reason he was seen as a wierdo. “I’m calling the cops on you, boy!” he screamed. “I’m calling the cops on you for assault. You dare hit me.”