Dead Voices Novels & Stories

Vernon A chilling unnerving silence fell over the place that bore semblance to the gothic cathedral—except for the fact that it was called the Dead Bones in Crestfall Academy. I could see the growing confusion on everyone's faces that mirrored mine, the silent murmurs and breaths that grew heavier with every passing second. We never gathered like this in the Dead Bones except someone had died in the most unnatural, pathetic, and gruesome way. We held solemn silence here only for those who died outside of the academy. Those who died because of the trial games never had their names echoed off the strong towering walls because dying here was considered being weak.

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Create myths. I provide truth. Exact. Detailed. Undeniable. 7:18 AM - Wolf fighter (W-22, name: Sarah Klein). Throat torn by Cormac's enforcer. Bled out in forty seconds. 7:19 AM - Vampire hunter (V-34). Staked by Valentina Corvino. Turned to ash. 7:21 AM - Dragon mercenary (D-03). Holy water attack by Tom Cracksman. Burned from inside. Died screaming.

Then it vanished completely. Dead. Just like that. Silenced forever.

I tried to focus on them, but the world blurred, spinning like I was looking through a broken kaleidoscope. It became too quiet. Too muffled. I knew Veronica was still screaming, Dad was still mourning, the doctor still talking. Why couldn't I hear a thing? "Rali!" A voice cut through the distortion, though it was warped and distant, like it had to travel through water to reach me. Gretchen Stone and Alex Stone—dead. Tasmin Hayes—dead. The world tilted as the ground rose up to meet me. Oh. It was me going down to meet the ground. And there were no hands waiting to catch me.

Every move was hurting me This man was strong and ruthless. Then I saw death approaching. "You hurt my partner and now you deserve punishment." he approached Jack with his gun, who was standing and barely watching. He had been crushed by a fight. "Please dont." I began to cry inconsolably as hard as I could. With all the strength I had left. "I'll take away what you love most." he laughed and smashed my life to pieces with a thunderbolt. He killed him. He killed my future.

The foam dried on her lips as her head lolled to the side, her glassy eyes staring into nothing. The room was quiet except for Venessa’s fading laughter. And in that silence, Death felt his stomach twist with a memory he could not bear….the exact way his mother had slipped away from him.

She added but I didn’t say anything. “she right.” I heard a familiar voice say behind me, Death. “You too?” I ask. “Give me that little guy.” He said and cruch down to take War. “He is dying.” He said that made Peace and I looked at each other frowning then looked at him. “What?” I am confused. “Devren is dying, I found his body---” he said like it’s nothing that made my eyes wide. “F*ck.” I said and stood up and ran away towards my car.

“Hm. So what are you doing here?” What was he supposed to say? “Are you dream walking?” She sounded intrigued. The nearly dead had a way of knowing things the living couldn’t even begin to understand. “In a manner of speaking. It’s more like … dream observing.” “Well,” she said, turning away to look at the group of mourners standing around her grave, “not much to observe here, is there?” He smiled. “You’re here.” “I’m boring.” “No, you’re not.” “I’m dying. Dying people are boring – we don’t have much to say.”

A woman on the sidewalk cried out as she recogonized her daughter who had been eliminated two years ago. When the video ended, Higher Up #1 was dead, a bullet straight between his eyes. He was slouched over, not moving, the person next to him squirming to be free. "If you still have compassion for these monster tyrants, how about the times when they used the tax money for whatever the hell they wanted?" she asked, and papers fluttered from the sky, each person grabbing one and reading through it. Cries out outrage rang out, and it was silenced when the sound of the gun was heard. Another body dropped to the ground, and Astra wrinkled her nose in disgust.