Deadman Deadman Come Alive Novels & Stories

She looked around, trying to figure out what had happened, and then she saw it - a figure lying on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood. Kiara's heart raced as she got out of her car and approached the figure cautiously. As she got closer, she realized that the figure was a man, pale and lifeless. She knelt down beside him, trying to see if he was still breathing, but it was too late - he was already dead. Suddenly, the man's eyes opened, and Kiara screamed as he lunged at her, biting her neck. She tried to fight him off, but he was too strong. She felt her life slipping away as he sucked the blood from her veins, and then everything went black.

The sound tore through the bunker like something alive and furious, echoing off the concrete walls until it felt like the whole place might collapse. Light exploded from Debbie’s small body. Pure white energy that felt like standing way too close to lightning during a thunderstorm. The man with the knife just disappeared. One second he was there, lunging at us with murder in his eyes. The next second he was ash floating in the air like cigarette smoke. Two more fighters who’d been rushing to help him died exactly the same way. Their bodies turned to nothing so fast they didn’t even have time to scream or look surprised. Just there one moment, gone the next.

“Why not? You don’t think I haven’t seen you naked before?” “That’s creepy.” “I’m dead. Creepy kind of goes with the title,” he says, sounding amused. “So this is how I get your attention and get you to talk to me? Just get naked and alone and you’ll come?” “It definitely helps,” he hums, and I roll my eyes. He may be dead, but he’s still a male. “Can you make yourself visible at least? I don’t enjoy talking to nothing, it makes me feel crazy.”

Nina was shocked, she really wanted to cry now. Victor is getting more and more aggressive and tries to kiss her using the power he has. Victor hugged her body with his hands stroking her back. Nina got goosebumps, she wanted to scream, but no sound came out of her mouth. The image of Aiden's face made him really wish that Aiden was here and saved him, like he always did. "Aiden..." Bruuukkk... The sound of a very loud kick was heard hitting the locked door. Victor and Nina were shocked to death when they saw a figure standing at the door with murderous eyes.

Mel remained still as a statue, a sweet aftertaste of the drink lingering in her mouth, along with a tingling sensation on her tongue and across her lips. Contrary to her expectations, the old man and young girl seemed unfazed by what had just transpired between them, and the old man announced in a low voice, “The earth now accepts you as one.” There was a monstrous cheer from behind the curtains, along with the heightened rise of music, and Mel jumped out of her skin, darting out of her trance. The old man eyed Mel, a pleasant look in his eyes, “Welcome to Grime, Mel Beowulf.”

The people who tried to expose what was happening lost careers for speaking up. No one understood how devastating things were until it was too late. Even when hellhounds began killing us, we didn't know they were man-made and a product of science created to save money. With the Shadow Warriors help, we managed to survive the first wave of hellhounds. Now the formaldehyde has attacked the older dead. They're more intelligent and scarier all around, their misshapen bodies slightly more human. Who knows what will happen when the ancient dead awaken?

After my little brother, Cochran Ceberano, dies in a car crash, my parents hand the toy poodle he raised over to me. But I haul the dog to an unlicensed, back-alley animal clinic right away and have him neutered. Why? Because I've been reborn. In my previous life, on the day the dog arrives at our house, he suddenly turns vicious, scratching and biting me at every turn. Afraid of upsetting my parents, I bend over backward to win him over. I feed him the best dog food, and I even sleep next to him on the couch. But he only gets worse. Day by day, my sanity crumbles. Insomnia sets in, followed by auditory hallucinations. I even start dreaming that he's chasing me down and tearing me apart

“I looked for you for a whole year.” He was a shadow of the man he’d been, as if his very soul had been hollowed out. I just looked at him, my expression as blank as if I were looking at a stranger. “I…” he stammered. “I know I was wrong. I know I’m a monster. I watched the security tapes from the cemetery, I saw you all those nights…” His voice choked. “I saw you crying at my grave… I saw you kneeling in the rain all night… I saw… I saw the night you cut your wrists…”

If I could bring my time I would never listen not at least his one word. -"If you want to kill him then you must go through me. If he dies I will die too!" I screamed to him. and it worked, he stepped a few steps away from us, his eyes again black and wide. I don't know where that courage came to me but the good girl just died today. And he will deal with that. -" Fucking touch her again and I will rip your fucking fangs." Jack's eyes were pulsing from anger when Manny threatened him. What a prince he wants to save a whore.

While she flaunted the gifts she received from Peter, she also took photos of me in my unsightly condition. Her captions only got snarkier with every post. "Can someone tell me when she'll be meeting her maker?" "Spending a dead person's money delightfully. It's time to be extravagant." "How can one torment someone in a vegetative state without leaving a trace?" Flustered, Selena tried to tear the papers up. "Bitch, you fabricated these!" I watched her calmly as she tore at the papers like a madwoman. "Tear them up all you want. I've made copies of them."