Dead Voices Novels & Stories

Squinting her eyes, she realized that the transparent thing looked very similar to her, the only difference was the golden halo above the head. "If she's dead… Why don't I have a golden halo-like her's?" Tang Yazhu muttered when suddenly, a thought came to mind. According to the books and movies that she has read thus far, there was such a thing as "possession." This ignited her heart and loosened the tight grip that has been on her heart since she died. "Since she's dead now, does that mean that I can possess it?!" With that thought in mind, a flicker of hope shined in her eyes. Without delay, she arrived at the dead female body even faster than the Flash.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

Tommy held her hand tightly on the table and Ivy placed her head on his shoulder. I could see Hera shifting uncomfortably on her seat. "How the dead are coming back to life is what I don't even understand? Can someone please explain to me what is going on in McVegas' high? First I got bitten by a blood-hungry vampire, two boys drop died from Vampire's bite and now, both Keyana and Zion who were proclaimed dead suddenly rose to life" Ivy asked, all in one breath. "Let's all try to calm down, " Hera advised and I agreed with her.

She goes where she has always gone. "I found a ledger," I say, and my voice comes out in the low careful dialect I have learned from listening to her, the register of a woman asking another woman to carry what she cannot carry herself. "In the chapel vault. It has an authorization code for a death that happened two years ago, a death that was ordered from inside this family, and the code matches the payroll sheets I transcribed in my first week. The same block letters. The same purple ink. A single initial." Nonna Carmela taps her forefinger twice on the stone lip of the well.

In the sorrow of death is the proof of love, of the bonds that exist beyond our reality, beyond the spacetime, matter and energy that makes our world real. Alpha Paul, Damian and Jake are taking note of each deceased person before their bodies are wrapped in preparation for cremation. With them is Alpha Reece and a few other Alphas’, helping to identify the bodies. The pack are digging shallow graves, in which the bodies will lay to be burned. Damian warily wipes his brow as he continues to jot down the names. Each time a name is written, the body is lovingly wrapped, the name written on the sheet and the body softly placed in a shallow grave. ‘Damian, how are you holding up? May I ask how m

Ethan frowned heavily at the sight, but he still performed a routine examination of me and my pup's vitals out of occupational habit. The cloying stench of blood hit Toby with such force that he instinctively recoiled, his hand flying to his nose. The oppressive heat had already begun its grim work, accelerating the decay of our corpses. He stood outside the basement, refusing to take another step inside. "What the heck is Joyce doing? She's stunk up the whole basement!" he complained. Barney lowered his head, not daring to make a sound, and simply glanced at Ethan from time to time. Ethan took off his gloves with a solemn expression on his face. "It's confirmed that Luna Joyce and her pup a

He’s just a little overbearing, but it all comes from his love for me. The Deads – this name still gives me the chills – go to train with the other warriors, saying that they want to see if the wolves have any chance against the Undeads heading our way, and Thea and Leo’s sons drag Lia and Blake outside, having mentioned something about getting to know their cousin.

“Boys! Speak up!” Reede raised his hand. “I did not see the body, but I heard a rumor from a pack in the south, Crescent Moon. Two werewolves have died, but they couldn’t explain it. Remember the black virus? Similar to it. The body turned gray and the eyes seemed hollow. But here’s a thing, I think they might not die in that mysterious death. There was a stab wound behind their heads. What’s going on, Alpha?” “Not sure yet, but here’s what we should do.” Before I could spread the enhanced image from the drone, there was a knock on the door.

But in the places I couldn't see, a stream of comments flooded the live chat. "OMG! Look who it is! Delicious is here! My white-clad Prince Charming!" "With Delicious here, even a nine-star difficulty level should be a breeze!" "He's so nice. He always helps new players. They're set with him in the team!" I couldn't see the comments. I was just squeezed into the crowd, listening as the young man in white explained the game. From his words, I learned that some people who died unexpectedly were brought into this Death Game. If they managed to clear the level, they could extend their lives in the real world. In other words, this was a second chance at life, granted by God.

Her voice trembles. “They were afraid.” My breath catches. “A-Afraid of what?” I ask. She leans closer, voice barely a whisper. “Because you kept whispering three names in your sleep. Over and over again.” A tear rolls down her cheek. “Draven. Daemon. Darius. Everybody know now that they are your mate, and their fury can wipe out an entire pack without batting an eye. Suri wipes her face quickly. “ The rumor going around is that they are dead, but I don’t think your mates are dead, Lycans don’t die like that especially true born lycans.”she says firmly. “No wolf could speak a dead mate’s name in their sleep. It isn’t possible.”