Eddsworld Fun Dead Novels & Stories

Edwin nodded, "there are side effects and they are rules. I cannot raise the dead if there bodies were destroyed, I can however raise bones, but only to fight, they will become my slaves, soulless creatures that will do my bidding. I can raise a mass amount of people in my dragon form, but those would only be soldiers as well. Stealing someone soul from death, will take a great amount of energy, so I may be powerless, sometimes death demands a Price for their soul, a death for a death, life for life, depends on his mood, sometimes he gets kind, so.. It depends, " "Also, " Azian began, "Edwin does not need magic to raise souls, its his natural ability," Azian explained so casually

"Then—" Gwen shook her head gently. "We're not sure about Carol's condition yet. Dr. Caldwell said that we won't know until she wakes up." She said with a smile, "Alright, enough bad news. Let me tell you some good news instead." "What is it?" Cheryl perked up when she heard that it was good news. "Eddy is dead!" "He's dead?" Sure enough, this was good news. Cheryl was excited to hear it. "Yeah, and Kirk was the one who killed him. But I heard from Sean that even if Kirk hadn't shot Eddy, he wouldn't have survived past tomorrow."

but it’s too late the weird thing about this is that you can see your body inside the coffin, then it is even weirder when you attend your own funeral I can see my friends crying, my former classmates, and finally, my ex over there crying because of my loss “John Carl why did you die suddenly? I will help you rank up on Mobile Legends, right!?”-David (crying) I’m stronger than you! “Poor you. I know stupid people like you die easily but it’s too early.” - Phil “Sorry !!! sorry John Carl !! I know you were hurt when I turned you down but I hope you let me apologize first!!- Dessa (crying)

“You are a Psycho, Cade Black!” A smirk appeared on his lips and his eyes lightened a little. “Tell me something which I don’t know.” I shook my head. “You are impossible.” . . . It was finally the time when I had to leave with Cade to his world for a day. “I have heard that the only dead people are allowed to go in that world. Since you will be the only one alive among those, please take care of yourself.”, Becca whispered. “That’s the reason even I want to come with you.”, The moment Noire said these words, two heads snapped in my direction, glaring at us as if they would eat us alive.

My vision turns blurry and I black out. Blackness and numbness surround me. Is this what being dead is like? It's peaceful, but a little bit boring. At least I don't have to feed the pack. Oh dang, I didn't get a chance to turn in that English essay. It was a good one too. The constant soft beeps are soothing. I don't know how long I've been dead, but I feel like I want to open my eyes, ready to take on the afterlife.

No surprise the whole department knew our names. Hearing the chief now, though? Yeah, they'd been warned about Keyla. Just ignored it. They probably thought those warnings were planted by us—like we sent people to spy. Made them resent us even more. Their buddies had all kinds of tips on winning back a girl. Edmond and Philip didn't need advice. They just never bothered trying with us. Then, right through the noise, Edmond's voice hit like a slap. "They're dead." The room froze. "They're both dead." Total silence.

the voice chuckled, “were a pain to get.” “What’s the hell…” I whispered under my breath. The screen blinked again — now showing a faint image of what looked like… a mask? Smiling, expressionless, like a porcelain doll. “You’re probably wondering what this is,” the voice went on, still smug and snaky. “Short answer? You’re all dead. Long answer? Congratulations — you lucky little corpses have been chosen for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” My blood ran cold. “Dead?” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel my hands trembling.

"We can't freely change our teammates once the teams have been formed. Unless… All your teammates are already gone?" Frank didn't reply. "Forget it. Let's do our best to survive the next three days," I added. I could see Frank typing for a long time. Finally, he replied, "Will you team up with me if all my teammates are gone?" I didn't reply and quietly watched the screen. Ten minutes later, the group chat was flooded with notifications, informing the remaining survivors that several players had died. All of Frank's teammates had been eliminated. Frank immediately sent a request to team up with me. "I've done it! They're all dead. Hurry and accept my request!"

An untraceable phantom known only as Ghost. Every target assigned to Ghost had ended up dead with a single, surgical puncture to the heart. No alarms tripped. No forensic evidence left behind. A true myth. Five years ago, the underworld partner I had been trading logistics networks with was murdered overnight, and rumors whispered that Ghost had been the weapon. Then, the assassin vanished completely from the grid, leaving the name to gather dust in the archives of the syndicate wars. I opened my eyes, my gaze shifting to the rear-view mirror.

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.