Deadman Deadman Come Alive Novels & Stories

In my panic and desperation, I found myself hugging the leg of what appeared to be their boss, clinging to him like a child to a parent. "Don't leave me here! I'm afraid of ghosts!" I cried out, my voice muffled against his leg. The sight of those bodies, the reality of violent death, had shattered what little composure I had left. In my traumatized state, the dead men seemed like they might rise at any moment, seeking revenge on the living. "Fuck," the man cursed, rubbing his temples in obvious irritation. I didn't let go of his leg, my grip tightening with my fear.

James spoke softly. “Answer my question!” Lucifer roared. His Demonic Energy was so terrifying that it even made James’ blood run cold. James took a deep breath and said, “I told you I was once dead. However, someone saved me and used the Demonic Lotus to reshape my physical body. That’s how I came back to life.” Hearing this, Lucifer’s knees gave way. “There’s no more hope… Now that the Demonic Lotus is lost, my father can never be resurrected.” He was dejected.

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.

Smoke filled the corridor, blinding and thick. Through the haze, a shadow stepped forward—not a guard, not an assassin, but someone else. A face Pim hadn't seen since the Klong Toey slums. "The Algorithm is dead," the man said, his voice ragged. "But the people it bought? They’re very much alive. And they’re pissed." "Who are you?" Pim coughed, clutching her side. "The ghost in the machine," he replied, pointing to the gaping hole in the building. "And if you want to live, you’ll jump."

Raiden heard that familiar, deep voice and thought he was hallucinating at first. He stood up and pinched Bryant’s face hard. "You heard that too, right?" Bryant didn’t answer, but he nodded. He had clearly heard that voice just now. But the two of them stood still, looking around, yet saw no sign of anyone. It was said that places where people had died carried a heavy air of gloom. Could they both be hallucinating? It wasn’t until a tall figure, exuding an aura of dominance, emerged from the darkness that they dared to confirm—the Manuel before them was very much alive.

I am dead…. ****

“Look, whatever this is, you got the wrong guy. I don’t know you people.” The man stepped off the bike and crouched in front of him. “No, Damian,” he said. “We know exactly who you are.” Damian froze. “You’re a patch with the Dead Revenants,” the man went on. Damian’s stomach turned. He couldn’t deny it. “What do you want from me?” he asked carefully. The man smiled without warmth. “Name’s Dez. I’m president of the Brotherrrs of Steel. We’ve been watching you.”

He smiles as he watches the head of the clan and everyone around that room dead and bathing with their blood that put him in utmost content. He who sacrifices his very soul and is bound into the chains and clutches of that God. The master of the dead, a necromancer, and an alchemist. He who is supposed to be dead yet is alive and continues to like a cycle of a jellyfish and two. He is greeted as his very creation and façade of an older sister, replies. “As your very wish, master.”

"—but I promise, I'm not playing with you now. No tricks. I don't want to see you die—" "So I may die from this? That's what you're telling me? You brought me here…to die… potentially by a demon I have personally domesticated?" "Maybe don't say that?" Zee pinched the bridge of his nose, the many piercings lacing up his ears glittered like stars in his dark blue skin. "Better yet—don't say anything at all! Just stay silent and let me do all the talking, yeah? Great talk!" "Fuck—" Zee raised up a leg and kicked the door in. Revealing a room covered in dead bodies with Jonathan literally sitting on a throne of them. "—you?"

Their sinister look was nothing compared to the pumping action guns in their hands even as they revved their bikes. Serena saw her life flash before her eyes. She was going to die. A little rebellion and she was going to die. On an island in the middle of nowhere