Heavy Is Dead Novels & Stories

"What's wrong with my legs? Why can't I feel them yet? Are the doctors at this hospital useless? Can't they even handle a minor injury like this?" "Um…" "Stop hesitating and spit it out!" A bad feeling crept up Leonard's spine. His eyes locked onto Luca as if ready to tear him apart. Luca trembled uncontrollably. With no other choice left, he steeled himself and revealed the doctor's diagnosis. "Mr. Falkner, the doctor says the tissue in your legs has been dead for a long time. It's beyond repair. There would be no way to save them."

“I saw the news. I saw the Alpha in the video. Is it really true that our brother is dead?” Zeedar tucks one hand in his pocket, ignoring Freck to go stand beside Heaven’s bed. The former follows behind him, urging, “please say something, brother.” “I buried him,” Zeedar mutters, and Freck’s world pauses for a moment. He still manages a stutter. “So… so he really died.” He watches keenly at Zeedar as the latter nods. Then when his legs start to vibrate, he sits himself down on Heaven’s bed lest he falls.

Only the heaviness in her chest she felt! Only a cold shiver ran down on her forehead! The nightmare has ended? Her shackles, her biggest curse was over? But she was not happy, she was not feeling good hearing this good news…Why? No she doesn't want to feel bad..yeah it’s time to celebrate …yes… No! my heart is sinking, feeling heaviness…why am I crying? No I don’t feel anything for him…Never He was a monster…was? But now…he is dead..

“Part of me is like eww gross, the other part is that it has to be the coolest death ever.” “He’s not dead,” Aislen corrected. “He’s immortal. He can feel everything. He just can’t stop it from happening. He will be alive until there’s nothing left of him.” “What about the bits that Mercy poops out?” Cameron speculated as he pulled off the main road and into the river house drive. “I mean… Are they enough for him to heal from?” “Don’t,” Rhett pulled a face. “That is just too gross.” “Let’s hope not,” Heath reached across Aislen for the door handle as Cameron parked.

snarled Jones. “I’ll take care of that for you, Mr. Curtis, dig?” They all spun around in time to see Easy Street, machete in both hands, rush at them. Legs was nearly cut in half, spilling his guts all over the floor with a scream. Harve lost the top of his head and fell to the ground, leaking brains that mixed with Legs’ spilled organs. The Golem got a hand on the dead jazzman, but Easy tossed him aside like the clay man was a rag doll.

I stare at him, my chest rising and falling too fast, my fingers gripping the blanket like I need to hold onto something real before I slip back into the chaos again. Rich leans back against the bedpost, exhaling slowly, his gaze turning distant. “I get it, you know,” he mutters, more to himself than to me. “That feeling. Knowing that death is right there, just a step away, and it doesn’t scare you. It makes you feel alive.” His lips twitch, but there’s no humor in his expression now, just something dark and raw that makes my stomach twist.

"You said it was a nice color." "It is, my love," I said. "But the man wasn't an angel, was he?" he whispered so softly I almost didn't hear him. "He is a bad guy." "Shhh," I said, and I brought the covers up over us. "Let's get some sleep, okay?" "Okay," Ethan replied. I snuggled him closer against me, and as he fell asleep in my arms, I couldn't help but wonder if my child was right. Was Austin Collins a bad guy?

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.

He died. "Ah!!!" Suddenly, he woke up. "Where am I?" He just died and never did he knew what was that. Now that he died and however he can talk in this unknown, but there was nothing on it. Just darkness. "Was this hell?" He asked. Then lights turned oh. "Ah!" He covered his eyes for the lights could burn and make him blind. Then a hologram showed up. He saw a grave with a name of himself. —Jin Park— He actually died. [ To be continued... ]

His voice was low and clear as he announced, "He has been dead for over three days. The body shows clear signs of postmortem lividity and early bloating. The victim appears to have died from mechanical suffocation." Hearing the words "dead for over three days", Dad reeled. The color drained from his face instantly, leaving him as pale as a sheet of paper. When an officer pulled back the white cloth covering my face for identification, Dad finally got a clear look at my swollen, distorted features, mottled with dark purple spots. He could no longer explain it away as paint or a tantrum. The next second, he doubled over against the wall, dry-heaving violently as if he were going to throw up hi