Dead Until Dark Novels & Stories

“I’ll kill you when I’m ready, and not before I’m done with you. Now, shut up.” He pushed the gun forward, tipping me until I fell back onto the bed. Laid out, I stared up at the ceiling, contemplating if I wished he’d pulled the trigger or not. A few hours later, I’d finally tallied up the number of water spots and determined that the shit motel was in desperate need of a new roof before the current one collapsed. Not that it would be any great loss. Who would come to such a small dead town and rent a room besides a psycho anyway?

“I love you so much, Mom and Dad.” Adrastos took the microphone. “Good night, viewers! This is the end of the day because Derrick has passed away!” “If you want to watch someone die in front of your eyes again, then come back here tomorrow because we’ll have a new victim to kill!”

The first enemies, when they come in contact with it are immediately disintegrated. “EXPLOSION!” My body does not exist anymore, it is just dark matter. All the werewolves and vampires are eliminated one by one, but in the distance, I see Frank trying to escape. “Frank! You can’t escape from me!” I take to the sky and start chasing him, the time of his death has come. I envelop Frank, completely, until my eyes lock into his. “You don’t know what you will have to perish...your body will be broken down little by little and your skin eaten by darkness, finally I will be personally who will rip your heart out!”

I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death. There is no stopping me when I start. Every single last target had to die was my motto. If you didn’t plan to die any time soon then don’t approach me. But I had to restrain myself from killing the last one because I knew Dominic probably wanted to question him so I only knocked him out. I was back to normal and I turned my attention back to the people who were standing a few feet away from all of this that had just happened.

“Were the specifics of the circle cast mentioned?” “Not that I know of,” Evander answers. “The Light of the Moon Circle,” Kristy suggests. “Say that’s what you cast. It’s fast and strong and could kill vampires.” She turns to me, eyes wide. “Which unfortunately happened.” “You’re faking my death now?” Lucas comes in through the back door, and Evander looks him up and down.

her feminine deep yet smooth voice bounced around the room filling up our attentive ears. "Someone here is the traitor and I'll be giving all of you just 48hours to surrender yourself. If I don't get a response from any of the seven of you then I'll advice you live the remaining hours of lives the way you wish and don't even think of acting smart cause I'll find you. You are all dismissed"

“You can purge it. End everything. Or lock it forever—take the burden. Your choice.” Emotional climax built slow—years of auctions, betrayals, viruses, deaths crashing together. Sofia’s flatline. Nadia’s smile as she died. Anya’s fevered eyes. Dante and Rocco—bleeding beside me through every hell. I pressed down—retinal scan flaring, heartbeat locking. “Final heir override. All remaining strains terminating. Global network permanent shutdown. Node self-destruct in sixty seconds.” Console flashed green—codes scrolling to zero. Servers overheated—fans screaming, lights strobing red.

Three people who had tried to play me for a fool. “I see that you couldn’t help yourself,” she said, pointing to the passed-out elder on the floor. I chuckled, “Collateral, something to let them know that I had been unto them from the beginning,” I said. Hudson moved forward, “What is the play here?” he asked. “Easy, they will aim for Grey, killing him before the war starts. But that is the signal, once Grey is killed, the army of the undead will rise,” I said.

Silence came to fill the void left behind the almost hypnotic sound of his exhausted voice, a deafening stillness that echoed in the confessor's ears. For a moment, Wilkud was granted a vision of endless painful darkness that, though impenetrable in its blackness, he knew continued to infinity. It was an unfathomable chasm that swallowed up everything that was drawn into it, an infinite abyss of doom and despair. It was enough for Wilkud to experience a moment of chilling doubt that perhaps what he had spent his entire life believing and practicing was nothing more than a bleak and pitiful lie.

I stood up, peeling off my latex gloves and pulling out my notebook. "White male, decapitated and brutally beaten. Some wounds look to be a few days old. But the cause of death is unknown, due to the missing head coroner won't be able to tell us if this was done before or after he died until after the autopsy. He's been dead no more than eight hours. Two kids called it in this morning. Said they were taking a shortcut through the alley to make it to school on time." I said, sticking my notepad back into my pocket. "Talk about one hell of a wake-up call. It's the same MO as the last guy. Brutally beaten and then killed and then dumped out in the streets for some kids or homeless guy to find.