Four Or Dead Novels & Stories

I didn’t imagine the voice. It was as clear as day, as loud as if she were standing right next to me. And even though my mind is doubting it, my heart knows for a fact that it was her. Except she’s dead. …Right? Or is she “dead” in the same way Headmaster Stroud suspects my father is dead? Meaning, alive somewhere. “Come on,” Alec whispers. He leads the way out of the bush, and we peek around the pool house’s corner. The coast is clear.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

Authority hummed beneath his words. As they turned to leave, Jeremy flashed a grin over his shoulder. “Welcome to hell’s most comfortable castle.” Dylan offered a small, sympathetic smile. Kade didn’t look back. Blake paused at the doorway, then left after carefully staring into me. The door closed behind them. I lay back against the stone, heart pounding. My father was dead. My child was gone. But for the first time since the forest— I was not alone. And the men who had found me? They felt like the beginning of something dangerous. Something bloody. Something inevitable.

Under their reprimands, I walked into the operating room without hesitation. Anesthesia was injected into my body. I could clearly feel the cold blade of the scalpel cutting through me. At the same time, the system's final countdown echoed in my ears. "Five… four… three… two… one…" "Host erasure complete." In my next life, I never want to meet them again.

Henry explained everything that the Great Four had discussed during their gathering. James’ face sank after hearing the report. Bang! He slammed his hands on the table. The wooden table was shattered into pieces. Scarlett, who was beside him, trembled in fear and almost fell off her chair. “James, the Great Four, Dawson, and Nine Fingers have a death wish. According to the results of their discussion, there will be more people than expected gathering at the Cadens’ cemetery on Thanksgiving. The combined forces of all parties will add up to at least ten thousand people. Should we deal with them in advance?”

This was the last day of the two-week deadline of which I was set to be erased. Thinking of how I would never again see my family and friends from the other world, tears streamed uncontrollably down my face. When blood suddenly poured from my mouth, Natalia and the other three rushed over and held me in panic. "Luc, we'll take you to the hospital right now! You're going to be alright!" Just as I gently pushed them away and calmly prepared to face death, several familiar figures came running toward me. It was my mother, my sister, and my friend from my original world.

She had escaped from the crypt. "He's not dead! He's not dead!" Daphne threw herself onto the coffin, pounding on the lid like a woman possessed, her voice so shredded it was barely human. "Stellan isn't dead! He's not dead! He's not dead! You can't bury him! He's really not dead!" The chapel erupted. Everyone stared at Daphne in shock, then at the coffin, then at each other.

"He thought he could teach a bird to rule the sky. But birds were meant for the cage." I tried to turn, to drive my carbon steel blade into his ribs, but my muscles were completely paralysed. The chemical darkness was already dragging me under. "Welcome to Phase Four," the dead man whispered, his grip tightening possessively around my waist. "The hunt is officially open." Everything went pitch – black.

Clearly stirring the anger that is about to erupt as much as he’s trying to control it. “Wait were they 2…no 3…..no 4 men, yes 4 cause I remember for fucking dead bodies.” I exclaimed as I threw an uppercut, Ace narrowly avoided it by stepping to the side. “While you were buzy fucking my sister!” I yelled as I kicked his stomach, he caught my leg and pulled me closer to him, our faces only inches apart.

They are all dead, the same way Mathias died. Eric enters two of the cells and I enter the third and we see that none of the men have a pulse. “Shit!” That’s all I can manage to yell. Completely frustrated. I leave the cell and my eyes meet Eric’s. He sighs and says, “What the fuck is going on, Alec? It cannot be that four people die simultaneously, with seizures. These smells bad.”