Deadlocked Novels & Stories

**Morale Hits an All-Time Low** The pack's den, once a vibrant sanctuary echoing with laughter and camaraderie, was now steeped in a suffocating silence that enveloped it like a heavy fog. The very air felt thick with despair, a tangible force that pressed down on the remaining members, who were all too aware of the affliction that had swept through their midst with ruthless efficiency. Sickness had infiltrated their ranks, leaving behind a calamitous trail of anguish and suffering that numbed the hearts of the strong who clung desperately to the vestiges of hope.

I wanted him to understand how desperate I truly was. "I- I am being blackmailed," I said, the words weighing like lead as they left my lips. "There is a tape. Of you. With a woman. I think the woman is me... I know the woman is me." The words came out in a rush, each syllable interrupted by sharp breaths. Once the words fell from my mouth, time seemed to freeze , yet Alexander appeared indifferent, matter of fact he looked bored. A brief flicker of recognition, an eyebrow raised, and then silence. He waited for me to get back.

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

"It’s like the world is trying to subtract me from the equation" "That’s because we’re entering the Twenty-Third Cycle: The Debt of the Dead," Leo said, his voice flat and analytical. His salt-white hair was being pulled toward the ceiling by a magnetic force, and his runes were scrolling through strings of red "DEFICIT" warnings. "In this cycle, you don't exist because you were born; you exist because you are Borrowed. And the High Council is currently using the First Alpha’s heart as the collateral for the loan".

The map on the wall is bleeding red. Every red dot represents a human being currently trapped in a state of involuntary, relentless arousal. A surgeon in Chicago. A bus driver in London. A kindergarten teacher in Berlin. "We can't turn it off," Alex says, his voice tight with frustration. "The blockchain lock is holding. We have to wait for the encryption cycle to reset. Two hours." "They don't have two hours," I say, looking at the flood of panic messages scrolling on the sidebar. "People are going to get hurt. Or fired. Or arrested."

EIGHTEEN YEARS AGO The groaning sound of a woman about to put to bed, reverberate around the park, as her mate stood outside the infirmary, pray to the goddess for safe delivery of his mate. He could feel the pain of his mate through their bond, there is nothing he could do but continuing praying to the goddess to give his mate more strength. He was deep in thought worrying about his mate that he failed to notice the commotion going on in the pack.

How should I tell him that his most trusted person has failed? I thought I knew how to deal with Richard, but I was obviously wrong. I got nervous at myself because I wanted to put this criminal in jail. He was very dangerous, he had business in many states, and even outside America. I took a shower, got my pijama, and fell asleep with that only thought. The thought that I failed. ON THE NEXT DAY LAURA P.O.V I woke up with great reluctance. I knew what I should do today. To tell my boss that the mission is being canceled.

get engaged to someone else" Erada reeled backwards in shock, she didn't realize her fingers were shaking until her purse dropped to the ground. " Eldest miss.. we didn't mean to break the news to you. But you gave us no choice.." Declan groaned in pains. ' the second master is planning to get engaged to someone else ' The word echoed continuously as she stumbled backwards. * * * *The Camp Of The Undead* *Devil's Lane* It was late in the evening when Venom finally returned from Green city.

PING. The notification sounded like a victory bell. The bar turned 100%, and the text 'D******d Complete' flashed smugly. Noah leaned back into his gaming chair, its foam long since collapsed, and let out a long breath he’d been holding in his throat. "Damn, I actually got it. The kids on the forum are going to lose their minds when they find out I looted the De Luca server all by myself."

“That’s a hard way to lose someone.” The room moves very far away. Maya hears nothing for half a second except the sentence repeating itself. The man who stepped in front of the signal for your wolves. The network update went to thirty-four settlements two weeks ago. Eleven words. ARBITER neutralized. Committee accounted for. Network secure. Stand down. That is all. It did not mention the recall. It did not mention the signal. It did not say Dex stepped between a rifle and Torres. And it definitely did not mention a fucking word about wolves.