Four Or Dead Novels & Stories

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"No, there are only four of us surviving, I killed one of my stepbrothers accidentally, My Parents are Dead, It's only four of us" "No, It appears to be five". "What does that mean?". He asked. "One of them isn't dead Shane cos I feel only two dead connections".

My eyes widen in horror as the scene unfolds—a twisted backdrop that feels more like a dream than reality. There, in the dim light of the room, are the four men, but they are not as I had imagined. They’re not standing, not even moving. Their bodies are slumped in various positions around the room, lifeless and pale, their eyes vacant and staring at nothing. Blood pools beneath them, the rich, dark red stark against the cold floor, soaking into the expensive carpet. They are dead. They are all dead. I try to breathe, but the air is thick with the scent of iron, and my chest tightens in response. My mind struggles to comprehend the gruesome sight, the reality of what has just happened here.

Then he makes a sound. Low. Short. Not a word. Something beneath where words live. The entire left flank folds inward like a hand closing. Maya’s grip tightens on the radio. Marcus makes another sound. Different. The formation opens. He is not relaying information. He is not telling them where the dead are. They already know where the dead are. Everyone with eyes, ears, or a functioning sense of doom knows where the dead are. He is doing something else. Something Maya has no useful word for.

“We have vastly underestimated our opponent. Leave with me or die here tonight.” “I don’t understand,” I say stubbornly. A fog seems to have settled in my brain; the whole situation has taken on the cast of dream, of nonreality. “Dead,” he says loudly, startling me into the moment. “As in not breathing. Ever. Again.” His words are a punch in the jaw; I’m reeling from the impact. Four other men, all trained paramilitary professionals like Gray, dead. I look back at the boat, where everything is still dark, where there is no movement or sound. It’s a ghost ship. Panic starts to undermine my sanity.

he greeted, and my heart sank. “Looking at you, I'm scared that you won't get out of here alive because you look so weak. People stronger than you have been here, and only their dead bodies were taken out of here. You have two choices to choose from right now. One of them being, committing suicide right now, and the other one would be to go in there to lose your life here,” he told me.

"I'll just have to take care of all of them!" My heart skipped a beat when I saw the gun. Dad shot all four of them before I could snap back to my senses. It seemed that Gloria, Tessa, Joanne, and Barbara also hadn't expected Dad to be so ruthless. Disbelief was written all across their faces before they passed away. I shot a look of surprise at Dad. He smiled and said, "Don't be scared. They deserved to die." That wasn't what I was worried about. Where did the gun come from?

"Did he tell you about the symbol?" I hesitated. "Yes." "What exactly did he tell you?" "That three members of Oakhaven were murdered." My mother's grip tightened. "And?" "Their bodies had the symbol beside them." She went completely still. Then whispered, "Three." "What?" "Not three." She looked at Adrian. "Four." My stomach dropped. "Four?" Adrian nodded. "The fourth body was found tonight." My heart began racing. "Who?" He looked at me. "Lucian."

Rafe POV For five days, I buried them. Not literally in the ground, but in my head? A dozen times. Maddox dead in some cursed tunnel because he thought rage was strategy. Jaxon talking his way into a blade. Calder bleeding quietly somewhere no one could find him. Evelynn dragged into darkness by the Hollow Mother herself. Every hour they stayed gone, I imagined a new ending. Then they rode into the yard like nothing had happened. Dust-covered. Bruised. Alive.

The four of them were grey-faced and haggard, stubble grown out, eyes sunk deep, the look of men who hadn't shut their eyes in a month. The instant the doors opened, all four turned their heads at once. When they saw my mother's face, the cup in Rex's hand slipped and shattered on the floor. “Alice?” Rex was first to rush over, his voice cracking. “You're not dead? You're really not dead?” Cormac stumbled two steps forward, shaking all over, reaching out a hand and not daring to touch her, as if afraid she were an illusion. “Alice… this can't be.”