Dead Voices Novels & Stories

I buried the thoughts of the man who used to look at me like I held galaxies in my eyes being the same man who looked at me like I was the second worst thing after death. "What do you want me to say to that?" I managed to say, lifting my eyes to meet his. He was leaning back, a glass of wine dangling elegantly on his fingers, his eyes cold. His eyes held mine, and he let out a small sigh before turning away. "It was ten years ago," I said, pushing my hair back. "Forgetting might be the act of the brave by now." He laughed. Not a chuckle. Not a smirk. A deep, dark laugh that spoke more of danger than humor, one that made fear run down my spine.

Her reply came slow, hesitant — the first time she had ever sounded uncertain. “The mark of the dead is not a curse… it’s a beacon. A memory of the world that was erased.” “I don’t understand. Why me?” “You died at the end of the cycle, and yet you remember. The world does not take kindly to anomalies.” My stomach twisted. “So… I was supposed to stay dead.” “Yes,” she said softly. “And now the dead can see you, even from beyond their decay.” The wind shifted suddenly — carrying a foul, rotting smell from the treeline. I turned. In the distance, I saw shapes moving between the trees. Slow. Hesitant. Drawn.

Never had a father, just the absence of one. "Azrael," he confirmed, his voice thick with emotion as he moved closer. "Your father. And yes, we are dead, little one. Have been for twenty-three years. But death is not the end....not for those of us with enough power to leave echoes behind." "Echoes?" Eve's scientific mind latched onto the word, trying to understand.

I had maggots crawling about my skin and rotten flesh. Mark did not cover his nose like before. Instead, he drew closer to my face. Then, he flew into a rage. “Jane, is it fun toying with me?! You sure made this dummy look real! How could you possibly be dead?! I won’t allow you to die!” As he was throwing his tantrum, I suddenly heard footsteps. Mark was delighted. “I knew it, Jane! You aren’t dead!” But his eyes flew wide open a moment later because the people who had come were his parents.

ᯓ★ BREAKING NEWS: 30-year-old Ginger Cadette, the owner of the Bar & Life passed away yesterday due to brain cancer. Her family kept her burial private. With hard work and persistence, she successfully started and ran Bar & Life. But when she discovered that she had brain cancer, the business was passed on to her twin brother, Carter Cadette.

He simply nodded, and that was enough. “Dr. Vance,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “It’s good to meet you in person.” I nodded in return. “Likewise, General Cole.” There was no need for pleasantries. I knew why I was here, and so did he. Without another word, he gestured for me to sit. “I’m sure you’ve seen the reports. You’ve read about the fever. The people who’ve died. The ones who’ve turned. It’s a nightmare. And we’re losing. Every day, we lose more ground to the infected.”

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

The explosion that followed silenced the cries. From the darkness, illuminated by the fire engulfing the train, the figure that had been waiting by the roadside approached the wreckage. He stopped before it and pulled the hood from his face. His face was a horrid affair, a decaying patch with worms crawling out of it. He raised his hand towards the train and the train shivered violently, even as it was still burning. Wraiths of bodies, translucent and glimmering a ghoulish blue, rose from the wreckage. The faces on these wraiths were confused and they seemed to be drawn to the being rather than moving towards the figure by the roadside. On sighting him, they started screaming, high-pitched,

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.