Eddsworld Fun Dead Novels & Stories

Axel’s trembling finger tapped the audio file from Marco. Aria’s voice, calm and full of despair, filled the silence. “My name is Aria Sterling. If you’re hearing this, it means I’m already dead.” Every word was a hot brand on his soul. “Six years ago, Axel Thorne did not die. The yacht explosion was a hoax, a plan he designed to make a secret deal with a rival family…” There was no anger in her voice. Just the dead calm of a still lake.

"Dad, look! Please!" Dad opened the door, looking completely bewildered by Mr. Gardner's deathly pale face. "What's wrong, Mr. Gardner?" Mr. Gardner gripped the doorframe with one hand and pointed a trembling finger toward our backyard with the other. His voice shook uncontrollably as he said, "I-It's your son, Ewan! I-I think he hanged himself!" Dad went rigid. He followed the direction of Mr. Gardner's finger and pulled open the curtains.

There was no news, no information about them, not from any person or even the internet. Oliver was relieved and believed that she died and that they won the game. But Thomas, he could never get rid of the fear that someday they would come back and get their revenge. And now here he was, in front of his warehouse, watching it burn to ash, and reading the note that was written with blood in the same way as 6 years ago. The effect it held on him was similar too. He stepped back but tripped and fell on the floor. He began longing for air and started coughing loudly.

If this was really her mother, she wouldn't poison her friends and the man who was prepared to go down saving her. This wasn't her mother. It couldn't be. "She's dead," Kat spat out. "She's dead. Whoever you are, whatever the fuck you may be, stop trying to copy her or I swear to God—" "Dead? Honey, this is me. The real me." Edeline smiled and added more leaves into the press. "Now why don't you sit down so we can have a little chat? Don't worry, those Hellborn pests won't wake up any sooner. They might not even wake up at all."

Eden POV. They all say big silly words, most of the time the words make me smile or giggle, I haven't talked again, I don't want to ever talk again, talking is no fun. I decided to keep my mouth shut, the ghost still hunts me from time to time, it'll come in the room, he'll cry, he'll try to hold me, but I was too scared of him.

Harvey still did not manage to see me in the end. Grandma said, "I've made a promise to Maddie. She told me she never wanted to see you again." Harvey did not lose it when he was stripped of his glory, but he snapped at that moment. He looked at the garden pavilion, where my body lay, and tried to barge over. This time, everyone but Joshua rushed over and pinned him down. Harvey yelled, "You aren't actually dead, are you, Maddison? You must've still been alive! I didn't ask you to die! How could you… How dare you die!"

While she flaunted the gifts she received from Peter, she also took photos of me in my unsightly condition. Her captions only got snarkier with every post. "Can someone tell me when she'll be meeting her maker?" "Spending a dead person's money delightfully. It's time to be extravagant." "How can one torment someone in a vegetative state without leaving a trace?" Flustered, Selena tried to tear the papers up. "Bitch, you fabricated these!" I watched her calmly as she tore at the papers like a madwoman. "Tear them up all you want. I've made copies of them."

Or did they think he was joking? "The nightmare isn't over Dad, this," Zinedine said pointing at the body of Elos that had started decaying, no foul smell from the decaying body. "This isn't the real person. Whoever Elos is, he is still alive out there and is playing games, but I love it. May the best man win."

"Still believe that you're dead?" Edgar closed his gaping mouth. He smacked his lips as he almost laughed. Edgar then looked away for a moment before looking back at Elissa. "I think if it's just once, I'm really dead," he said in a tone that was as flat as he could make it. Elissa also landed repeated pecks on Edgar's right cheek, left cheek, forehead, and lips. "How? Still believe you're dead." Edgar smiled widely. He shook his head. "I think I've recovered. Never mind, let's go home...," Edgar said.

Something that could wipe humanity off the map. “The ones who survive… are becoming… something else,” I murmured under my breath, barely able to believe it. “Zombies,” I whispered. The word hung in the air. Rebecca shuddered. “I can’t believe it. It’s happening so fast. What do we do?” “We study it,” I said firmly, more to myself than to her. “I need to get to the bottom of this. We need samples, data, whatever we can get our hands on.”