Eddsworld Fun Dead Novels & Stories

Hansel smiled briefly when he felt Lord Kenny’s worries. “Don’t panic. I won’t hurt you. I just feel it is such a pity. You, Lord Kenny, are a warrior. His Majesty the King of the Dead admires you and has sent me to invite you to work together. But I guess I am a little too late,” he said calmly. Lord Kenny had a shock in his heart when he heard that. ‘The King of the Dead? Who is that?’ “The King of the Dead is the leader of the Ghost World.” Hansel’s facial expression looked respectful. “You will enter the Ghost World after you die, understand?”

the computer-like voice said from nowhere. "What are you talking about?" I didn't sign up for this? right? "Remember the last moment before you died?" I can't help but raise my eyebrow. "Oh? So, I indeed died?" It didn't need to clarify that fact, it just unconsciously confirmed my question Intelligence Entity: "..." "I'm dead, right?" As far as I remember, I died. "Not really. Your body is dead together with your world but your soul is very much alive." I remain alert as I asked again, "Why did you call me like that? Host letter-number thingy?" Is it a thing now? Calling someone strange names?

The breeze stopped blowing after about two minutes, and Jayden looked inside the casket. He was fascinated by how fresh the bloody body of a woman was staring back at him. The others all took a step back, terrified by what they saw. Jayden told the people who had gotten closer after realizing it was just a dead body and they had nothing to fear from it, "Guys, I think she just died and was just buried." All of them were now focusing on the recently deceased body. One of the girls, Vivian, sat down to touch the body and said, "I think so too."

They were there because of the story Everett had spread. Every one of them had watched Stellan's coffin being carried out for burial. Every one of them knew that he had died on the battlefield. Now, a 'dead man' had just climbed out of his own coffin, and the murmuring was growing louder by the second. "Who is that? Isn't the general supposed to be dead?" "That's what I'm saying. It's already been seven days since he died. Where did this man come from?" "He's probably a fraud, right? Trying to pass himself off as the general for money?"

Edward looked at me as if he understood my struggle. "Well, you don't have to be sad over that guy's death. Well, the sad part is no one came to claim his body or they aren't able to find any of his family. It was just his bad day." Edward said everything he can think of. Well at least for the family part I felt for him. I would have been sad even after death if my family wouldn't be able to see my last breath.

Soon the spurts subsided and the five braced themselves to turn, each unaware of who had dealt the deathblow, and hoping against hope that it had not been them. Eddie gave a final kick. His arm dangled over the side of the rubber-covered hospital mattress. He was still now, as graceful in death as Geraldine hoped he had managed to be in life. Though of that, she wasn’t the judge and jury. Yes, the world may be ending, but she still believed in some things. The walls around the end of the bed, like the floor beneath those soon to squeak wheels, were adorned with ruby pinwheels of blood. It was an ugly, yet beautiful sight. Exquisite and pure.

No, no, no— “Cute,” the college boy muttered under his breath, voice shaking. “Real funny.” The intercom laughed. A warped, metallic chuckle. [HELL IS IN RECYCLE MODE] it purred. [YOU WILL ENTER DEAD WORLDS FOR THE AUDIENCE’S ENTERTAINMENT.] My throat felt dry. Dead worlds. Audience. “Entertain—” My voice cracked. [PLEASE DIE BEAUTIFULLY,] the intercom finished, delighted.

Deep down I try not to imagine what happened to the corpse. I froze immediately Eddy taps my shoulder. He must have notice me staring at the grave. By the time I turn to see the others, there're already distance away from me. Adam seem not to be moved at all by the sight of corpses, he must have seen a lot recently, as he keeps walking without looking back. "Mel death really got the best of him." Eddy says pointing at Adam. "It affected us all" I reply. "It must have been really hard for him,"

"I don't care if you kill me, is it possible to kill a dead person again? I would be grateful if you could separate my dead soul from my body." When Edim said, "I knew you were boring, but I never thought you found your life boring, maybe it's time to make your life interesting, Little Hunter," I wondered what he might be thinking again. "Don't be so angry with me, I'm just attacking my enemy's weaknesses, that's all."

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”