روايات وقصص ضمن Four Or Dead

Nova said, and Celia nodded, stopping when she remembered originally, their team was one of four. "What happened to the other lady? Did she get captured? I can make up a team real quick to-" "Thank you Celia but that won't be needed. She died saving us." Jonathan replied, and his voice sounded thick, as if he struggled not to let the tears out. Celia nodded, feeling a wave of sadness hit her. She was all too familiar with death, but even she knew it was a devastating blow, especially when it was someone she was use to seeing every day.

None of them good. People below were moving toward what looked like a long counter at the far wall. Metal trays clattered as they lined up — food distribution, maybe? Others lounged on their bunks like they’d accepted this as their new life. They all had numbers on their chests too — different ones, from what I could see. 0497, 0415, 0489, 0520… How many people were here? “So,” he said suddenly, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, “how did you die, Leah?”

"I think you lot are misunderstanding something here. What we're here to do. We're not here to kill her. We're here to bring her to Death." Eros's eyes widened. No. That couldn't be what he was talking about. "When you say death with such emphasis, you're saying that as a person, aren't you?" Ruby smiled. "That's it. We're here to take her to one of the Four Great Horsemen. The Horsemen of Death."

He always talked about four Alphas who committed unspeakable acts against a single woman. I kept running, unable to stop. Not now that I have something to protect—an innocent life growing inside me.

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.

Fiona’s POV The Fab FOUR were good friends for many reasons. We grew up together, we were all musically talented and we were all born in the same week. It sounds absolutely insane that four people born in the same week would find each other and become so close. Somehow we did it. Our birthday week was in mere days and I was so excited. I had never had so much money to spend on outfits for our weekly activities. Usually I would have saved up for months and still felt like I didn’t have enough.

Quattro nodded and said, “Of course he’s dead. His soul was destroyed. Unless that wasn’t his main body, otherwise, he’s already dead.” Then, he looked at Jada and said proudly, “Now that you’ve witnessed how strong I am, it’s still not too late to become my wife.”

Dead or alive. Whatever it took.

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.