Deadman Wonderland Novels & Stories

I waved my hand, signaling the manager to leave us alone. As the men entered, they locked eyes with Betsy and me and smiled faintly. I felt a chill run down my spine. Something was not right. My heart skipped a beat. “Mom, what do you think?” “They’re handsome, but... I don’t know, something about their faces seems familiar.” One of the men took a step forward and wrapped his arms around me. The familiar scent of cedarwood filled the air, making my heart skip a beat. “Are you satisfied yet?”

Shhh, don't talk too much honey and if I were you I'll put the gun down" i spoke in a low tone with a menacing smile. "You must be dumb if you think I'll let you leave this place alive, it's high time someone killed you and I'm glad I'll be the one, at least the people of the world will be free from your notorious ass" a dark chuckle emanated from my lips and I shook my head in amusement. "You think being armed and being in this confined space alone makes it the perfect opportunity to get rid of me. C'mon Jonathan I didn't expect you to be foolish. I'm Maja Elzandre, I'm quite acquainted with this situation" he twisted his neck with a sinister smirk.

"We need to find out who is really responsible for the killings. I have a feeling that Marcelyn is just a scapegoat." Chris nodded. "Where do we start?" Darell thought for a moment. "We need to talk to some witnesses. Maybe they saw something that could help us." They spent the rest of the day interviewing people who lived in the area where the killings had occurred. Most of them were too scared to talk, but they did manage to find a few who were willing to share their experiences. One woman, a human named Sarah, told them that she had seen a large wolf-like creature near the scene of one of the killings. She described it as being almost the size of a horse, with eyes that glowed in the dark

In the center of Wonder City, there was a gigantic statue and that was the statue of Lucas the Demon. … The reason for Lucas to disappear from the sky of Wonder Lake was that the Apocalyptic Legion had led the zombies and was about to arrive at Demon Palace. Upon arrival at Demon Mountain, Lucas noticed there were lots of zombies showing up before him. It was a huge number of zombies, and the figures could not be accurately measured. After fusing for days and nights, the ranks of the entire Apocalyptic Legion had risen to Rank 7 Honorable Ranked Zombies. "Finally done fusing."

Lucy chuckled softly, ignoring the shocked faces of the two security guards. The guards gasped, "Could it be ... you?" Lucy laughed loudly, and the next second he took off the hat that had been wrapped around him head. "Hi, nice to meet you—" The man smiled crookedly, "— and say the last sentence on the day you die. You will go to heaven because I will kill you." The two guards froze. Unable to move or just open mouth to speak. Sweat the size of a corn seed poured down the guards' foreheads.

My dad held the boy back, he sighed before he grabbed the back of the boy's hair and pulled him away, "I already want to hurt you so bad, so don't let-" "Frank, come, it's urgent!" I heard Liam's voice before he came into the room but dad didn't seem to care. Liam placed his hand on dad's shoulder, "Frank I am telling you it's urgent, Isaac attacked one of the clubs we own and he killed everyone inside! Come with me now !"

He asked. “That’s the weirdest part. When I went to check, the recorded footage of the night before was deleted. There was a clear gap between the hours of 7pm and 5am on the security cameras. I’m pretty sure someone came in and deleted the footage.” I explained. Terrence’s eyes widened. He couldn't believe that someone had done that to me.

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

One stormy night, I was walking along a dimly-lit alley with a black umbrella over my head, and I saw a very handsome-looking young werewolf harassing a young woman at a bar entrance. The young woman looked terrified as she shook and trembled like a leaf. Just then, I saw a red glint flash in the werewolf's eyes. He spoke to her in a low, attractive, and magnetic voice. However, the words I heard were very different. All I could hear was him speaking in Wolfish, "This pretty little lady's so young and tender. She's perfect for a light supper!" So I made my way over to them, the heels of my stilettos striking the puddles with sharp, pointed clicks.

The weight of the day still clung to me like a heavy coat I couldn’t shrug off. The mission had been another close call. Too close. We’d lost three soldiers, and Ethan had barely managed to get us out alive. My hands still trembled slightly when I thought about it, the image of the infected swarming around us burned into my mind. I couldn’t stop replaying it, the sounds of gunfire, the screams, the sickening growls of the infected closing in.