Heavy Is Dead Novels & Stories

I simply look at him before I seat at the sofa near by. "Calm down, Wesley." As I get off to Wesley body I am talking to him. "After all, this body is not yours anymore." After that I slowly walk toward him; who is now shocked while looking to his decaying body. Without the presence of me that body will decayed by pros or cos. “The human body molded from the earth will return to the earth. That means everything created or made will go back to where it came from and that can’t be stopped or changed by anyone. ”In a flash I was close to him, I choked him and quickly slammed his head on the floor. I can’t use my sword to reap him even if that’s the fastest way because I need this bad guy to get

(Zavier The God of the futures pov) "Zavier wake up." Someone whispered. I felt like death and it was getting worse the more I sat in darkness. "Zavier wake the Fuck up now." Someone who sounded like Tod snapped before I felt pain. Was I dead and everyone was surrounding my body? "Did you seriously just hit him. You idiot." Someone that sounded like Chasity yelled. She sounded closed. "Well he won't wake up and it's been hours." Tod said also closer. Please don't let me be dead. They won't have the healer heal me forever. Eventually I'll be discarded.

Somehow the words seem melodramatic even before I add, “Worse than it’s ever been.” He barely reacts, but I see a muscle clench in his jaw beneath the shadow of black stubble. He stares at the fire, closes and opens his eyes slowly, and takes a breath. We’ve been here before. He puts a hand on my arm, turns his eyes to mine. I can’t see their color in the dim light, but they’re steel gray, have been since the day he was born, hence his name. “He’s dead,” he says. “Long dead.”

"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.

he rasps, and then his knees buckle. I catch him before he hits the ground, hauling his good arm over my shoulder. He’s heavier than he has any right to be. “Easy, easy, I got you. Denver’s five minutes away.” He tries to shake his head, his breathing unstable. “F-Felix…” Blood bubbles at the corner of his mouth. “Felix is a… he’s a fucking…” He never finishes. His eyes roll back and he goes dead weight in my arms. “Diego! Hey—stay with me, goddamn it!”

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..

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

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.