Dead Summer Episodes Novels & Stories

Furious, Sylvia kicked my mother on the floor a couple more times. In a fit of panic, I lunged forward to shield my mother’s body. Unfortunately, the heel on Sylvia’s shoe still landed squarely on her form. Hearing my mother’s agonized cries, I came to a belated realization: I was dead. I had been dead for seven years. I was just a wandering spirit and powerless to protect anything. “Sylvia, Charles didn’t abandon you! He...” ‘He donated his organs to you and chose death for himself.’

She pursed her lips. Lucas shoved the box into her hands nonetheless. "You're still as stubborn as ever. I'm here to ask you about your mom's third death anniversary. If you have any plans in mind, let me know in advance so I can help you with it." Ariel paused briefly. She did not expect Lucas would remember about that. Elena passed away a year before Ariel got married. It would soon be her third death anniversary. Jayson probably was not even aware of this. "Alright, I'll see you at the convention hall in a bit." Lucas looked at his phone and stroked her hair as he always did. Then, he turned around and left.

He bent down to me. "You can sense that, correct," he asked roughly and ran his fingers down my cheek. I nodded my head and sighed with my eyes closed feeling his touch and the memories it invoked. Rai chuckled and turned to the fates with his brow raised in wait for their answer. Morgan pulled her sister to her side and mumbled something into her ear, making Elise smirk. That told me they had no intention of leaving either of us alone and Rai sensed the same thing. I felt a gust of air and heard two thuds hit the floor. The sound echoed through the empty museum and I gritted my teeth at the two bodies that fell next to the decapitated heads. "Oh shit, you just killed the fates, Destiny is g

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

As I do so, a strange explosion fills my stomach, triumphant that finally there's a replacement of Jordan Crown's beauty. A bit skips as our hands intertwine. Time seems to tick beyond count and age blurs into each other. The entire universe collapsed back to BigBang and was reborn. Stars and planets dies and scatters into the dark nothingness. For these five seconds of staring, nothing else holds significance. Just two windows and a gaze into a moment. Nothing else. Just a stare before the explosion. “Keila Taylor.” We shake hands.

I stood there for hours, praying to die. Until my neighbor, Mr. Collins, came in the morning to look for Jack. I don't remember exactly what happened. I remember waking up the next day in the hospital. I hated the fact that I was still alive and Jack didn't. I wanted to die more than anything. They had killed my whole life. One shot changed everything. One night changed my life completely. It took more than 6 months before I was able to shake off the incident. I had nightmares every night.

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.

Rotting fingers clawed into the open air, dragging something half-formed after them. Another grave ruptured. Then another. The cemetery didn’t just shift. It opened. And something inside it pushed back. Chaos tore through the hunters’ line. Chains tangled. Formations shattered. Lanterns vanished under collapsing soil. One of them stumbled backward, foot sliding into a crack that hadn’t been there seconds ago— Hands shot up from below. They grabbed him. He screamed once before the earth swallowed the sound. In the chaos, another hunter opened fire without aiming, and a bullet ripped through one of his own teammates. The sound of the shot was followed by a warm splash of blood that mixed with

It’s the usual for Yumeko, focusing more on her phone. Suddenly, Nabi pauses, her gaze locked on the cafeteria’s television, where the big news is being displayed. “Ya, is that not your street? It sounded familiar, I thought I’d ask you about it, I wasn’t sure.” I glance at the television screen with the headline, “Unfortunate sudden encounter with Lucifer heirs, found dead and dumped this morning.” On the screen is a picture of dead Nevan, his eyes were plucked out as if to stop him from seeing something, his neck bone broken, so he’s kept in a terrible posture.

His pupils shrank to pinpoints, and his heart seemed to stop. "At this hour of the night…" Adam's mother complained irritably as she opened her eyes. Then she saw Wendy, and her expression instantly mirrored her husband's. In the pitch-black night stood a woman dressed in white. More importantly, this woman was already dead. And today happened to be the seventh day after her death. Every possible omen was in place. Wendy felt a flicker of inspiration. Her face remained blank as she said in an eerie voice, "I died… so miserably…"