Death Takes A Holiday Supernatural Novels & Stories

"Listen to this! Listen carefully to the audio and tell me what you mean by this!" The vicious recording was played again from the phone. Jayson's face turned deathly pale, his eyes filled with unconcealed terror. But he still tried to deny it, attempting to turn the situation around with his horrible acting. "No, wait, this isn't me! It's made with AI! Joshua must have gotten someone to do it! He's trying to frame me!" "Joshua is dead!" Mom screamed, lunging at Jayson and grabbing his neck in a chokehold. "He's been dead for three years! You killed him! It was you!"

Walsh said. Coleman broadcasts the raids live to prove he's protecting America from supernatural threats. In addition, several of the killed werewolves behave strangely before death, like they're being possessed by something stronger and more violent." "Elizabeth's faction," Elena gloomily said. "They're focusing on dying wolves, not kids. Using death energy to return to physical reality in dying bodies." Dr. Chen reviewed the raid footage and found that at least twelve of the killed werewolves had shown abilities far beyond their documented power levels before dying, as if something ancient and powerful had taken control.

"You're dead. I buried you myself." His father smiled, an expression that held no warmth. "Death is just another realm, Austin. And tonight, the barriers between life and death are thinner than they've ever been." More figures emerged from the shadows - deceased werewolves, vampires, and other supernatural beings from conflicts spanning decades. "The living have had their chance to handle this crisis," Austin's father continued. "Now it's time for the dead to take control." But Rosemary, still glowing with void-touched power, raised her head weakly. "There's something else. Something bigger than the Void Walkers or the return of the dead."

He really is a fucking ghost, and he fully plans to do as the dead-woman possessing my mother warned: leave his current vessel to drop dead and rot and move on to his selected, supernaturally strengthened new host… I shiver, eyes on the church doors, and hand never leaving my revolver. “There will be others, like Father Jost and the best of our students, those strongest in faith, to lead this congregation. Remember, brothers and sisters, that death is not the end for those of us who are God’s beloved chosen.” I can straight-up feel that sickening, fake, benevolent smile he no doubt gives as he speaks those words. “We will meet again, whether on this plane, or in paradise. Keep vigilant for t

"She was declared dead by the hospital four days ago. And you're only finding out now?" The room fell deathly silent. Everyone stood frozen as if struck by lightning. David's eyes widened, staring at the photo on the screen. "You must be mistaken. How could she be declared dead so suddenly?" He grabbed the officer's arm as his voice trembled. The officer impatiently shook him off. "The systems are connected. There's no mistake. She passed away in a hospital just a few kilometers from your house. Four days ago. Aren't you her husband? Why are you only looking for her now?"

"We're from the Everwood Police Department. Your husband, Chester Paget, was involved in a serious car accident last night on the Everwood section of the ring highway. He died at the scene." From the moment I saw the officers at my door, an uneasy weight had been pressing on my chest. The phrase "died at the scene" dropped like a final anchor, grounding all my swirling emotions in an instant. This moment was something I had rehearsed in my mind more times than I could count. "An accident?" Feigning shock, I froze for a moment, murmuring under my breath as I covered my face with both hands. "No… No, that's impossible…"

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

Looking back once more and quickly, the warning and blessing of the Goddess who took her in the dimension of space and time, is hunting her with a death warning she could not understand what. “Let’s hurry!” Dragging her with excitement as Alliah skips waving for her to hurry. She took everything on the back of her mind as the inevitable is about to begin. The festival of death will mark the howling darkness they all needed to secure, trap and protect the known land and world they hold dear. “Living and the dead, just who would you find protecting to, Daniela.”

“It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they might not go back to being dead? So what are they, some kind of zombie?” Despite having a vague indulgence of what the Rayburn’s superstitious beliefs were, he hadn’t much idea about the whole ritual and consequences shenanigans, at most he would base

And every night from now on, when the living go to bed, the ghosts get the best show in town. Holly Rowan Holiday, resident redhead of the afterlife, singing for Capone and the boys until the sun burns out. Some deaths aren’t endings. Some are just encore after encore after encore.