Deadman Deadman Come Alive Novels & Stories

But worst of all was the way the muscles around its mouth had drawn back in a permanent smile, revealing all those elongated teeth. A smiler. A bone eater. A zombie. No matter what it was called, the outcome was the same. Jordan was bleeding, and if he was bleeding— (don’t say it!) —then he would, in time, become one of them. Emily swiped again, connecting with the side of the creature’s head. A chunk of decomposing flesh with an ear attached slapped the earth, maggots flew through the air. The man rolled off her husband’s chest. Blood jetted across Emily’s sneakers.

The pain in my neck was gone. I realized I could fly. My body floated through the air as light as a cloud. Drifting upward, I looked down. Below the balcony, a boy in a blue winter coat hung from a strand of bunting. His body was swaying gently in the freezing wind. His face was a bruised purple, and his wide eyes were staring blankly into the distance. Why did he look exactly like me? That was when it hit me. I was dead.

(DECLAN’S POV) Demons don’t die. I never believed it, but here he It is—A dagger buried in his chest, neck stabbed, his blood soaking my pants—Yet his pulse flickers. Faint, but alive. “He’s not dead!” Dakor barks, pain lacing his voice. “Wanted in fifty-four countries and greatest felon alive. You’d have to do more than that.” Rifles click. Boots scuff against tile. And Dakor shifts, clutching his bleeding thigh.

His corpse fell crumply on the ground. The unplanned death scared the rest of the guards and they all gulped fearfully before pointing their spears at Alaric. They still couldn’t understand how the man had killed one of them. They are demons too and they know about telekinesis, and if the man had used his hand or waved it or something, they would have understood but the man only said a word: scram, and their colleague met a miserable death. Just who the hell was he? “I shall not repeat myself. Let thy king know that I am here or I shall make you face a more miserable death.” Alaric’s tone was calm but dangerous and it sent shivers down the guards' spines.

She worked Adrian’s cock expertly, working him higher as she was pushed closer and closer to the edge with every flick of Riordan’s tongue, every sinful plunge of Zeldaurus’ cock hitting a bundle of nerves in her ass. She came hard in no time, harder than she ever did in her life and then she was being pulled up as Riordan pushed his cock into her to the hilt. Zeldaurus was behind her and Riordan in front of her while Adrian fisted his cock in his hands and watched her and she thought she would simply explode from pleasure. Finally, all four of them came as one and the mark on her shoulder came alive. Apparently, it was possible to bring someone back from the dead, if you wanted it badly eno

But then he spoke, his voice low, almost haunted. “I remember the heat. The burning. It felt like I was dying. I should’ve died. But instead... I came back. Stronger. Faster.” “Faster? Stronger?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. “In what way?” He sighed, a deep breath, like he was preparing himself to share something personal. Something raw. “I can move faster than a normal person. My reflexes are off the charts. And... there’s more. I’ve got energy manipulation now. I can control it, push it out of my body and use it like a weapon.”

Edmond hit the floor, eyes glued to the corpse like the air had been punched out of him. The noise brought company—Philip barged in, and that's when I knew they were both back. Ariel floated beside me. We watched in silence. I knew she wanted this moment too. The big reveal. The crash of those two men who always acted untouchable. What now, now that their dead wives were staring back at them? Philip ran over, trying to haul Edmond up, but Edmond jerked his arm so hard, Philip nearly ate the floor.

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.

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

Alive, just for a moment. As if, for those eternal seconds, a part of Damon Voss was coming back to life. And something that had been long dead in me was coming back, too.