Dead Time Stories Novels & Stories

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

They were there because of the story Everett had spread. Every one of them had watched Stellan's coffin being carried out for burial. Every one of them knew that he had died on the battlefield. Now, a 'dead man' had just climbed out of his own coffin, and the murmuring was growing louder by the second. "Who is that? Isn't the general supposed to be dead?" "That's what I'm saying. It's already been seven days since he died. Where did this man come from?" "He's probably a fraud, right? Trying to pass himself off as the general for money?"

he exclaimed as he wiped his cheeks, I rolled my eyes at him with the feeling of discontent and went back to my table. Way to ruin the moment, I thought bitterly. The genre for the contest is Romance and Tragedy, and so far, the only story that fitted that category is the one I'm currently writing. The deadline for this is two months from now. I looked at my story and began to calculate the days before I can finish it. Again, I was snapped out of my reverie when Xander leaned in t look at my work. His face's so close to mine that I can smell his perfume.

* *Rumble! "TIME TO DIE."

I then saw the very dark witch who had appeared in Umbra Forest ten years ago, calmly observing me. She then stated flatly, "Your ten-year term is up; the Silver-Tipped Poison has corroded your heart. You see, I had cast a spell on you that kept you alive for a decade, which forced you to endure a decade of suffering. You have one last choice now." She handed me a dark, glazed ceramic bottle and continued, "I can purge the Silver-Tipped Poison from your system if you drink this, but the exchange requires you to forfeit every recollection of your past. Is that something you're willing to accept?"

“No more loops. No more ghosts.” She pressed her thumb to the transmitter. The light turned red. The timer began counting down. 5:00 4:59 4:58 And with that, the three of them turned their backs on the graveyard of servers—on everything they had come tofind—and ran into the snow. Behind them, the world began to die.

I couldn’t stop replaying it, the sounds of gunfire, the screams, the sickening growls of the infected closing in. I sat at the table, staring blankly at a report I’d been trying to read for the past half hour. The words swam in front of my eyes, refusing to settle into anything coherent. I rubbed my temples, trying to will the tension away, but it was no use. Sleep felt like a distant memory, something I couldn’t afford to indulge in.

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.

Alpha Matthew, who loved her so deeply, seemed to have a hard time accepting this reality. After he came to, the first thing he did was rush to the lake. Desperately, he grabbed at the pitiful warriors. "No. It can't be. Amber isn't dead! She's carrying my child. We are about to be parents. Why would she take her own life? "I don't believe it. I will not believe that she's dead until I see her body. You people are lying to me. I will find her and get her back!" A warrior explained hesitantly, "Alpha Matthew, based on our investigation, Luna Amber was diagnosed with perinatal depression. This explains why she would take her own life.