Four Or Dead Novels & Stories

“So you can _love_ me? _Dad_?” Fire ran up her arms. Not controlled. _Wild_. _Hungry_. She looked at _Rylan_. “He’s _warm_,” Four said. “_I’m_ so _cold_, Mother. _Have been_ for _so long_. Since the _first_ time I _died_.” The fire _grew_. The mine started _melting_. “He’ll _warm_ me up,” Four said. “_One second_. That’s all I need. _One second_ of _him_ and I’ll _feel_.”

Lyra finished the sentence, her voice barely a whisper. On the network, chaos erupted. NODE 12: Node 47 is gone. What happened to Node 47? He was just talking—he was just saying thank you— NODE 89: Is he dead? Did they kill him? Did the game find a way? NODE 156: We have to do something. We can't just let them pick us off one by one. We have to fight back.

He bent down to me. "You can sense that, correct," he asked roughly and ran his fingers down my cheek. I nodded my head and sighed with my eyes closed feeling his touch and the memories it invoked. Rai chuckled and turned to the fates with his brow raised in wait for their answer. Morgan pulled her sister to her side and mumbled something into her ear, making Elise smirk. That told me they had no intention of leaving either of us alone and Rai sensed the same thing. I felt a gust of air and heard two thuds hit the floor. The sound echoed through the empty museum and I gritted my teeth at the two bodies that fell next to the decapitated heads. "Oh shit, you just killed the fates, Destiny is g

Outnumbered, they forced me into a corner of the wall. I glared at Nora and said threateningly, "I have been serving my country for the past four years! If you dare touch me, I'll make sure you'll pay!" I tried to take the medal out of my pocket, but she ordered the guards to strike hard at the ribs I once broke protecting her. "You're declared dead, yet you still think you have any leverage?" Back then, I was injured protecting her, yet she now used it as my weakness. Four of my ribs were broken. The pain in my hand forced it to curl up.

Boom! The ground shook! Philip dropped the blood-stained sledgehammer in his hand. Next to him, Fourth stared with his eyes wide open before falling limply to the ground—all signs of life gone. This scene directly shocked Slim Three and Joe! Even Fourth was not his opponent! This guy was not as weak as he appeared! What sort of rich financier had Theo found? Joe frowned, looked at the tragic death of Fourth, and shouted to Slim Three, “Get rid of him quickly!”

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

I took a deep breath and tried typing the words. Just type anything Kath, don't stop. Yes just type, ignore the errors, just write. Just let the words out. Then I stopped when I suddenly felt my hand got tired. I checked the word count and it was already four hundred and fifty. Atleast. “Tim, are you still alive there?” I asked but my focus is still on the screen with my hands busy hitting the keys. “ He died.” “Who?” I replied. “ I wonder why authors love killing their characters.”

His voice was getting frantic. Duke was not moving; his eyes were shut and his skin glistened with the first drops of rain that had come with the rumbling sky. “Duke!” Tim screamed. He had felt the panic in Jason’s voice and young as he was, he understood what that meant. Jack stood by the side, tears glimmering in his eyes. It seemed the boy had already given up on life before it started. “He is dead, is he not?” he asked.

he demanded, his voice tight and aware. From the other side, came a grumbling voice: “Alpha,” the healer said hurriedly, his words stumbling over themselves, “we have another four deaths.” Xander stiffened, his entire body paralyzed, like he was encased in ice. “What?,” he hissed, his throat constricting. The healer swallowed his gulp in response, even in the face of the call. “Four this morning,” he confirmed shakily. After a small pause, during which he could not support his respiration, he said in a broken voice: “Thirteen died yesterday.”

I said, "Oh, right. For some time moving forward, you will be confined to your bed 24/7. "Enjoy these upcoming days of not having anyone to care for you. After all, that was what I had to go through previously."