Dead Voices Novels & Stories

she pulls my head back up "I'm-I'm not sad," I tell her surprised by my mind and feelings, "At all," I add "Well you never actually feel pain," she says "That's a condition, Mika. I feel emotional pain, or I was supposed to," My eyebrows furrow, "I saw him," I whispered "You saw him? Saw who?" She asks "Ha-Death I mean," I tell her turning to face her "You saw him?" She questioned as shock crossed her face, "I knew you were special," she whispers

She had escaped from the crypt. "He's not dead! He's not dead!" Daphne threw herself onto the coffin, pounding on the lid like a woman possessed, her voice so shredded it was barely human. "Stellan isn't dead! He's not dead! He's not dead! You can't bury him! He's really not dead!" The chapel erupted. Everyone stared at Daphne in shock, then at the coffin, then at each other.

we are here. I opened doors at the same time Vince did it too. Three kids. Two boys and one girl was laying on the ground under shrub even if it was impossible to say who was who, only long girls' hair and clothes managed to put away a veil of unknowing. Their bodies were dry they looked like mummies. On their faces were frozen smiles. My poisons made their death feel like heaven because of that they died with a smile on them and it froze even after death. One more gift to a death god...he was there...he knew it that I will break...and he was angry that I waited so long. And he will be angrier about what I will do. -"Make a cross" Vince looked at me surprised. "No, make three crosses and pu

Victor also only looks silent and speechless after seeing the many corpses in the middle of the street before his eyes. Then Liem's ​​eyes slowly turned to someone who was still standing in that place who was none other than Athes. Looks Victor who walked towards Athes slowly. "Plaque Plaque Plaque" The sound of Victor's footsteps who walked slowly and was now in front of Athes then said "What has happened ?" Asked Victor quietly asked Athes with his eyes still staring at the dead corpses. "I don't know if I don't understand. Suddenly when I arrived, all of these corpses were dead without external scars, it seems they died from the effects of Aura" Athes said answering Victor's question. It

Greg wondered. “Shh,” Harry warned them and slowly closed the door. Everyone within the shop froze as the sound of an engine drew closer. They watched a black 4WD travel down the road slowly and stop by the bodies. The Van Helsings got out and poked at the bodies with their toes, whilst looking around for the cause of their deaths in confusion. “They’re wondering if they’re going to come back to life like the ones on the streetlights.” “They’re not zombies,” Sigrid watched through the window as the Van Helsings tossed the bodies into the rear of their 4WD and returned the way they had come. Movement resumed in the shop around them. “This is very efficient,” she approved of the work.

The King commanded the servants to give the body a proper burial in the cemetery, but upon entering the cemetery, the tombs were opened as the dead began to screech in an eery voice. The winds were whooshing furiously as the gate of the cemetery was opening and closing; alarming them, something was lurking around. "Congratulations on your mating ceremony. Our lord sends his regards to you. The war has begun. The dead have risen, the blood is slaying, and the mates are dying. Revenge is screaming, people are mourning, your time is counting, and your mate is fading into darkness." The older man chuckled sinisterly, strangling the struggling man as he drained his blood to the golden goblets to

(THE BLOOD IN THAT WINTER) “NO matter what, do not trust anyone,” “DANIELA.” Hearing a gentle whisper from someone calling in a far distance as the voice echo from deep within the tunnel-like place surrounded by darkness, a gentle but cold breeze blew as light is now visible in a distance. “Tick tock, tick tock.” Somehow singing a dreadful lullaby, a voice in a corner hums in return. With the fast and rhythmic tapping sounds of fingers typing on a keyboard, the white screen shows and emphasizes with bold and capital letters the word, 'DEATH''.

A total of six notification sounds rang off, and the Death Judge sent six messages in a row. — Death Notice! Subject: Madeleine Crime: Trafficking of human organs, murder Executor: Death Judge Execution Date: May 5, 2021 Death Notice! Subject: Trevishan Crime: Trafficking of human organs, murder Executor: Death Judge Execution Date: May 5, 2021 — There were a total of six death notices in this format. The six of them looked at their own death notices. Their faces were frighteningly pale, and their bodies were trembling. “We’re doomed! We’re doomed! We’re doomed!” They all started sobbing.

Mason's insidious actions had awakened a primal terror, plunging the realm into darkness. The stories surrounding these deaths painted a macabre picture of savagery. It seemed as though the victims had met their demise at the hands of a beast, their necks brutally ravaged, as if drained of every drop of blood. The grotesque nature of the killings left witnesses traumatized, their minds struggling to comprehend the horror that unfolded before their eyes. The realm had become a haunted place, plagued by the specter of death at every turn.

Zadicus asked, stretching his army, ready to fight the army sprinting towards them. “More than before.” He smirked back. “Ah.. this is going to be thrilling.” Kriss whispered, voice deeper, huskier with a hint of tempt. He didn’t chanted this time, exhaled deeply, staring intensely at the dead, calling his spell, “White Death.” “What the-” Zadicus didn’t get a chance to speak anything, not expecting Kriss to use a life threatening spell. White patterns began to emerge on the skeletons, restricting their breaths, suffocating them.