He Was A Dead Man Walking To His Fate Novels & Stories

He was a walking disaster and was still gulping down his drink, despite how inebriated he was. I hit the gear and drove up to him, knocking him off his feet with my car. I watched him through my rearview as he spun in the air before crashing to the floor. No way he would survive such a fall. I got out of the car and walked to where he lay lifeless. “Have a nice time in hell, bastard!“ I waited to see if he'd show any signs of resuscitation in him. He didn't. He was dead. Convinced, I hurried back into my car and drove off. I was gonna return to the palace, but my hands seemed to have a mind of their own and they were taking me to Rackline.

He had another girl. Taking heavy steps, she walked along the side walk, her feet thudding the pavement. The sound of crickets chirping and the breeze blowing, the smell of rain wafted through the air, but her mind was in a haze, she felt empty...warm tears flowed down her cheeks as she recalled his words. "never loved you, Kamil"

"You tread on paths that lead to the land of the dead, a place where your kind does not belong." His words sent a shiver down my spine, the weight of their meaning sinking in. The land of the dead? What did he mean? I felt a sense of unease settle over me, the realization that we were in more peril than we had initially thought. As the old man's words hung in the air, a tumultuous storm of thoughts swirled within me. Who was this old man? How did he come to be here, at the exact moment we arrived at the crossroads? His appearance seemed almost otherworldly, as if he were a guardian of the path or a harbinger of our fate.

The sky started getting bright and it was dawn already. "I will stop you," Lucus said as he looked at his book. "What are you thinking, Death?" Fate said as she looked at him "Don't do something that you might regret." Lucus looked at her, his grey and his hair peach. Fate looked into his eyes "You are right, I am the end. So I'll decide who's end I will be" He said and disappeared among the black clouds. She stood watching the skylight grow brighter "Not good"

There were many warning signs around the road, but they were also pretty rusty. While Harvey was asking questions, the driver immediately stepped on the pedal, rammed right past a roadblock, and charged forward. Harvey was indifferent even after seeing the driver’s suicidal look on his face. “What do you mean? “To your death, of course!” The driver wretchedly chuckled before dark blood trickled out the corner of his mouth. “The moment you get inside the car, your fate has been sealed! “There’ll be no waiting when Death itself comes for you! “I’ll be sending your way now, Sir York!

I inwardly sighed in relief when he pulled over in front of the pack house. I stepped out of the car as fast as I could without waiting for them to get out of the car. I halted to a stop when I spotted two men walking out of the entrance, towards us. I recognised one of them. Tall, broad-shouldered, short brown hair with an intimidating presence one could barely stand. The Alpha. He looked like he could crush anyone with his bare hands. I made up my mind right then and there never to cross him.

I led the way in the direction where the lifeless bodies were with the man closely behind me. "Bastards!" The man cussed angrily from behind me when he saw the bodies. "Bastards," he repeated sadly. "I hope you end up in hell,' he added, and spat on one of the bodies as we walked past it. The journey was slow, I could not travel at my usual speed as the injured man was unable to walk fast. He was barely able to keep himself from falling. For hours we walked nonstop, and when I suggested we take a break, he had declined so we continued to walk under the scorching sun.

“Then play it.” He smirked, and above them, the chandelier trembled. One chain came loose. Willa’s breath caught. Her hands trembled, and her eyes begged for help, but the man before her stepped forward, his hands buried in his pockets, his smile never fading. Unlike the others who cried, begged, and avoided the inevitable end, he was long used to it. So much so that death was only a word and nothing more, his body and mind had long merged with pain so much that nothing surprised him.

He growled through clenched teeth "The plan was to stay within shouting distance so we wouldn't lose each other, I only walked a few feet off the trail and heard one of the guys scream... When I turned to see if he was okay, the trail was gone... it-it was just GONE... I ran around for hours, but I never found it again. Eden could see the devastation of the man before her, the pain in his eyes was almost unbearable to look at, she felt immense guilt but she had to ask... "How are you alive, after all this time...If w-what you're saying is true?" His face became expressionless, his eyes looked suddenly empty as he replied, without a second of hesitation "I'm not, I'm already dead" The words h

A death sentence. “I’m going to make him a walking dead man.” And with that single, quiet promise, Luca Avancii sealed his fate.