Heavy Is Dead Novels & Stories

He was hit with a diagnosis of advanced acute liver cirrhosis, and after three days in the ICU, he took his last breath. Jane came as soon as she heard, trying to offer some solace. "You look wrecked, Silvia. Maybe Wendy could stay with me for a bit? Give you a chance to breathe." I managed a wry smile and a shake of my head. In my previous life, Jane's good intentions led to my daughter's disappearance after school. In this life, I could not put her through that again. "Jane, I appreciate it, but I'll hang in there." After Jane left, I stood by Chester's body in the morgue, emotionless and empty.

In the darkness ahead, a heavy voice came. "Dead... dead." "What?"

A woman on the sidewalk cried out as she recogonized her daughter who had been eliminated two years ago. When the video ended, Higher Up #1 was dead, a bullet straight between his eyes. He was slouched over, not moving, the person next to him squirming to be free. "If you still have compassion for these monster tyrants, how about the times when they used the tax money for whatever the hell they wanted?" she asked, and papers fluttered from the sky, each person grabbing one and reading through it. Cries out outrage rang out, and it was silenced when the sound of the gun was heard. Another body dropped to the ground, and Astra wrinkled her nose in disgust.

Is his last words before I felt his heart slowly fade away from its rhythm. “He’s dead,” Alpha Zac confirmed. Yeah. He’s dead. Alpha Ryder is dead.

"The deadlift hit his chest. I thought whoever was doing that wanted to hurt him but he had other intentions. To kill him. Henshaw was still alive when he sucked out his light," "Light?" I couldn't help but interrupt her. She nodded. "I don't know but it came out of his chest, his eyes, mouth— every fucking open pathway in his body. He couldn't even scream or cry out because he was already weak from the impact of the deadlift on his chest. And I just stood there, watching in horror, unable to move because I didn't want to die too," "Light," Leah muttered and turned to me. "Isn't that like his soul? The light whoever that was was sucking off?"

'Besides, what's up with this power? "Argh!" The Rank 8 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman let out a grunt. Then, he parted from the world for good. Lucas' stunning face remained composed. To him, the Rank 8 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman was just a pitiful weakling. Hence, his death did not cause Lucas any emotional change. "Let's go." Lucas looked at Scarlet and Rayne and said. Biggy had not informed Lucas about any news regarding the Apocalyptic Legion via telepathy. Thus, they just had to bet on their luck and search all over the place.

“Boss… Charon… I come with grave news.” Hades leaned against the wall, pulling out a cigarette. “Everyone comes with grave news these days. Out with it before I lose my patience.” The messenger swallowed hard. “Gregory is dead.” The world seemed to stall. The music still pulsed faint through the walls, the stench of sex still hung heavy, but the words cracked the air. Hades arched a brow, smirking without mirth. “Gregory? My sweet little snake of a brother? Dead? Who dares take what is mine to kill?”

My limbs feel heavy, my legs unable to support my weight so I drop to the bed, my heart hammering. I’d just witnessed this man kill four people and walk away like he shot at birds instead, no single spec of blood on him, or even a hint of remorse on his features. It claws at something in my chest. More importantly, I witnessed the deaths myself, people who were alive minutes ago were suddenly silenced, their bodies literally falling into a pool of their own blood. I take a deep breath with my eyes closed, but I see four lifeless bodies fall. I snap my eyes open instantly. “This is hard,” I say to myself, accepting the state my body is in, accepting that the image will follow me around no mat

Joshua told Ben. “Indeed,” Ben agreed. “But it is easy to find someone who will continue what I started. However, that would mean that just like before, everyone will die. Just like her parents, Freea, Klide, and your parents.” Harvhey died before. So Jeonghan felt the range on his chest when he heard from him about his father. “Why are you…” Bang! Dust in the air. A single deafening came from behind in the Western corner. One men was dropped dead.

Axel’s trembling finger tapped the audio file from Marco. Aria’s voice, calm and full of despair, filled the silence. “My name is Aria Sterling. If you’re hearing this, it means I’m already dead.” Every word was a hot brand on his soul. “Six years ago, Axel Thorne did not die. The yacht explosion was a hoax, a plan he designed to make a secret deal with a rival family…” There was no anger in her voice. Just the dead calm of a still lake.