Deadlocked Novels & Stories

I spat a glob of dark saliva onto the carpet and gripped the edge of the solid oak door. Nothing. The wood did not even creak. "The lock is dead," Adriel spat from behind me, his shoulder muscles bunching under his torn shirt as he slammed his weight into the panelling. "It is not a mechanical bolt, Mitchell. It is a binding block. The hinges are fused." I reached out with my mind, throwing a hard line toward Betty. Nothing. It was like dropping a stone down a dry well. The connection did not even spark. She was still under. She was dead to the world, locked away three floors down while the entire perimeter blew apart.

He grabbed his phone and called the number he had remembered by heart. He wanted to question her and talk some sense into her. "Sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable," a cold, robotic voice rang out. Jason froze and wondered if she had deactivated her number. He kept calling again and again, only stopping when his phone battery died and the screen went black. He sat in the dark, his stomach still aching, but the pain in his chest was far greater. A wave of fear and unfamiliar anguish washed over him, leaving him struggling to breathe.

she smirked. Then it clicked on Trevor “ Your ex-wife of Vincent Blackwood…” “I’m that popular, we all want one thing… money… So are you in?” She stretched forth her hand. Trevor looked at it, contemplating. His dead eyes were once again brought to life. He shook it. “Where do we start?”

She makes the impossible, possible. I wondered why every chairman or representative of the company were so arrogant and full of themselves. It pissed me even more that I had to be the one begging for an appointment. I had planned to partner with the company whether anonymously working with them. I believed I would be a great asset they wouldn't refuse. I still had shares in my name that Roderigo didn't know about, and I planned to buy back every remaining share of my company back anonymously, he'd never know what hit him. All I have to do is wait for the perfect moment to strike, when he's cornered and would have no other choice but to sell the company shares. I wish to make them both wished

Zadicus hummed, deriding his powerless state or else he cannot find another host unless he dies. Meaning as long as he is alive, it cannot come to life. “FUCK YOU, ZADICUS SNYDER!!” Zadicus chuckled darkly, winning over his powerlessness as he walked away back to his consciousness followed by a curse. “Ah, too bad. I guess both of us are doomed for eternity.” Zadicus stopped, closing his eyes and opening them slowly only to find himself back in his body with stopped breaths. He coughed badly for air, eyes scanning around to find himself into the pits of misery.

Breaths quit total for ticks before kicking weak, off. I was dying. And this go, no last tick rescue. No wild setup. No wonder it was fixed. Just slow sure drop of someone who'd shined too hard and footed the bill.

Desperation began to curdle the air in the control room. The dead man's lock was a perfect trap, an elegant, checkmate move from an enemy they had yet to even meet. Elara worked furiously, running simulations, searching for a loophole, a digital ghost in the machine, but found nothing. The system was flawless, a self-contained monolith of security.

she chokes in a soothing whisper. "It felt real, it all felt so real," I choke in broken sobs, rocking myself. "I killed her, but it felt real." "I'm on my way..." "No, I have this gut feeling of deja vu," I choke in a scared whisper. "I'll stay on the phone until you fall back to sleep," she says with understanding, knowing what I meant.

In the dream, Tea refused to end like that! Unfortunately for her, the palace maid sent her a glass of poisoned wine and 3 metres of white silk - she was given the option to chose her death. Tea drank the poisoned wine and died horrifically. She had so much resentment that she became a ghost and saw how the entire country collapsed because of one woman. In the end, golden words suddenly appeared in front of her: "Save the country and live freely!"

I couldn't shake the feeling that we were running out of time. The next morning, I walked into Winston's chambers, my mind fixed on the landside Pack. "Winston, I think it's time we make our move," I said, my voice low and urgent. Winston looked up from the papers on his desk, his expression cautious. "Not yet, Reese. We need to wait for the right moment." My jaw clenched in frustration. I had been waiting for what felt like an eternity. "How much longer, Winston? My supporters are growing restless." Winston's eyes flicked to the side, as if checking for listeners. "I know, Reese. But we can't afford to act rashly. The elders are still watching us." My patience was wearing thin. I knew Winst