Deadman Wonderland Makina Novels & Stories

"Kid, who's the earthbound immortal outside?" Chad quickly replied, "It's Hansen Kara from Karamon." Meran looked puzzled and asked, "What's he here for?" Chad hurriedly explained, "Someone named Landry Wilt wants to use a Dead Man's Piece in exchange for the opportunity to become an immortal ghost!" Meran got up when he heard that. His deep red robes fluttered, and the sinister aura of his body was terrifying. "A Dead Man's Piece is like a badge of the underworld! He has worn it for two years and has less than a hundred days left to live—"

She held both our hands and pulled us. “We can walk there since it’s so near. You can leave your cars here.” She said. We just allowed her to do what she wanted. We arrived at the festival. There were booths, rides and games available. As we were walking, Amelia stopped by a stall. I noticed she was staring at a stuffed pig hanging by the stall. Oh it’s a shooting game. Kael and I looked at each other and we both knew what to do. We both slammed money by the counter. The merchant gave us a toy gun with three bullets. The goal was to knock out the matchsticks that were standing at the end. Those who can knock three sticks consecutively get the big prize.

*** That night, the Morellos pulled strings to sneak Dario into a restricted museum exhibit—the one with the princess's remains from Rosanico, some long-forgotten kingdom. Serena trailed behind, bundled in a coat. The place was freezing, dim, and dead silent. In the center stood a glass coffin, the corpse inside dried up and ancient. Remembering Marco's words, Dario dropped to his knees and started mumbling, "I'm sorry. Our ancestors screwed up. Please forgive us..." Before he could finish, a sharp pain ripped through his lower body. He went pale, drenched in sweat. "Serena, get me water." She didn't move. Curled under a blanket in the corner, she didn't even look at him. "This place is cree

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

I feel bad but she needs to be with me on this. I sat at the bar having whatever drink Erik made. It was good and strong when Jason came in, Erik’s cousin. Jason was a Pack wolf he belonged to Dark Skies Pack. Despite being a pack wolf he was one of my best friends. Belle and his wolf Max loved to run together. Erik hands Jason a beer. “Now that you can be here after work you wanna learn how to play pool?” Jason asks with a smile. “Yes please, anything to distract me, Erik send another round of shots on me to the wolf pack, I am gonna have some fun.”

“Of all the places in the city, you had to pick this one?” “Because the curator chose it,” I answered calmly. “More importantly, I expected you to use the clan’s sacred ground. Not… this. Hiding in a human art gallery behind a shoddy, temporary glamour.” “Modern?” I scanned the shabby setup. “Is that why a human event planner is reading from a script instead of our elders? At least the elders speak for the Progenitor. And what about the Secrecy Mandate? One spiritually sensitive human wanders in here and it’s all over. Have you even thought about the consequences?”

“Funny. Have you ever seen a Ducati Streetfighter V4?” Cocking my head to the side, I moved over to the window. “You mean that?” Pointing out the window, the strange hot man walked over and looked out. “Yeah, that’s mine. What did you need?” I was proud of that bike. I had bought it myself, without my dad’s money. It was all black with neon pink accents. “I have moved back in town and am looking for a routine mechanic. My bike needs a tuneup for now.” That little bit of information as well as his being an obvious ranking wolf, sent off warning bells. “What is your name?”

She had taken a spiral bound notebook from her handbag and was writing notes in shorthand. The curtain was thrown aside and a tall black man stalked on to the stage. He was wearing chiffon harem pantaloons over tight, red, satin briefs. His chest was hairless and just as muscular as the plotograph outside had suggested. As he stepped forward the loudspeakers began to play an instrumental version of ‘Goldfinger’. In his hand Mr Macho held a black rod, a larger version of a magician’s wand.

Although I was aware that the figure before me was merely a robot, I couldn't help but feel the crushing shame sweeping over me, leaving my face burning with embarrassment. 008 didn't seem to notice anything unusual. He kneeled beside me and gently pulled me into his arms, saying, "I've detected an injury, Ms. Zeller. I'm going to switch to first-aid mode now. Please remain still as I conduct a full-body scan." 008 was a robot specifically designed for me by my in-laws. He was designed to look exactly like Kenneth but with an even more idealized physique. His skin, crafted from a special synthetic material, was indistinguishable from human skin.

It was a claw made of gold and shadow. Damon emerged. Half of his face was gone, revealing a skull made of silver clockwork. He wasn't Damon anymore. He was a machine powered by a broken soul. "You think... you won?" the Damon-machine wheezed. His voice was a static mess of sounds. "The gate... is open. The Void... is here." The black liquid from the Dial began to rise, forming a giant, faceless shape. It was a Void-Walker, but it was bigger than any we had ever seen. It was the **Prime Stalker**.