Heavy Is Dead Novels & Stories

“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.

Edward said. Everything I had given them was worth millions. Once they sold it all, they would have more than enough to pay off their debts, but they would never again live the kind of carefree life where money was not a concern. Knowing a gambler, though, I figured it was nearly impossible for them to change. Gambling was one of those things that he or she could never stop once they started, and I would like to see if they could truly quit after this. What I did not expect was for my actions to push Edward to the brink of death.

“Alpha…. Alpha Kaden… he is dead.” The world fell into darkness immediately.

"She's from the next village. Her family's been practicing spiritual healing for generations. She knows how to handle things like this." I frowned slightly and turned toward Cassandra. She stroked the snake's flickering tongue with one finger, then pressed that same finger gently between my brows. A thin wisp of black smoke rose from my forehead and coiled around her fingertips. "Child," she asked quietly, "have you made any deadly enemies?" I shook my head. She sighed, her eyes heavy with concern. "The shadow over your forehead is growing stronger. Some people are naturally more sensitive to it, and your life force is nearly drained. If this keeps up, you don't have much time left."

It laughed so hard that even some of the crying stopped — people freezing mid-sob, stunned by the sheer insanity of the sound. I could feel it vibrating through my chest, every note cutting through my ribs. When it finally stopped, it wiped an invisible tear from the corner of its eye and said, still chuckling, “Have you forgotten?” Its grin twisted. “You’re also dead.” The man’s mouth fell open. “W-what?” he whispered, barely audible. The Game Master leaned down until their foreheads almost touched. “Dead,” it repeated, dragging the word out like a lover’s whisper. “Every single one of you. Including you. You died. You’re not alive.”

I could not even remember how. At the very least, I should thank him for serving as our first lab rat and providing such valuable data. … That night, the hospital informed me that he had killed himself shortly after I left by drinking a bottle of sanitizer. They pronounced him dead soon after. I gave a noncommittal "mm-hmm" and told the hospital to handle the body. His funeral was simple: no ceremony, no pomp, no ritual, not even a single guest. I watched as they lowered him into the grave.

He walked to the adjacent ward and opened the door, but there was no sign of me. Frowning, he went to the nurses' station. "Where is patient 807? She just had kidney surgery. She shouldn't be moving around." The nurse checked the computer and replied calmly, "Patient 807, Jocelyn Pryce… was declared deceased at 5:20 p.m. this afternoon."

Intense. Real. An affliction with no antidote. Because no pain can come equally to what I felt at that moment, how it was all ripped away from me when I saw life ever so slowly leave his eye; nothing can take away the vision of him as he slipped away from me. It doesn't matter which way you slice it, look at it or analyze it. It'll always come up with the same sum... same fact, that he is dead. And the man who killed him is still out there. Still breathing, alive and planning more ruin.

His eyes become unfocused. Then he falls to the ground. I lean over him and watch the life drain from his eyes. He is dead. I killed him. I killed Hunter.

The world around him is spinning and spinning and spinning. His head gets dizzy with all the crying. So thin because of dehydration and lack of food. Sky can be considered as skin and bones now; his appearance is too far from his fresh and healthy self from five years ago. That day when Kai died was the day he also died. He is now a living dead waiting for heaven to take away his life. He's been praying for death to come to him so he will be with Kai in the afterlife but...