Inanimate Insanity Lifering Novels & Stories

Bethany stares at me for several moments, a dead look in her eyes, before she says, “You’re thinking of Living Death, aren’t you?” Living Death—also known as L.D.—is a THEM secret that is about as taboo a topic amongst THEM operatives as there possibly can be. It’s still an extremely experimental procedure, and therefore incredibly dangerous and risky. As far as I know, it has only ever been used in the field in a handful of cases, and only under the direst, last-resort circumstances.

"Was he referring to Sophia's uncle, Mr John? And what was so special about this necklace to worth twenty million dollars?" So, he dragged his senses throughout the auction room to check if his werewolf instinct was mistaken about the Mr Lambert being announced. Sadly, his werewolf instinct was proven wrong when he confirmed it was not just John's scent that he sniffed but Eric's as well. Then, he dropped his gaze to his wrist where the barcode of his lifeline was marked on. Nicholas knew that if his lifeline dropped to zero, he will certainly die. On the other hand, Nicholas could not help but ask himself if he will die as well when his lifeline remained in its digits after he pulled the bu

Their sinister look was nothing compared to the pumping action guns in their hands even as they revved their bikes. Serena saw her life flash before her eyes. She was going to die. A little rebellion and she was going to die. On an island in the middle of nowhere

"The world was dying, Kaima. The wolves, the magic... it was a messy, inefficient system. We've given you immortality. You live in a world where no one gets old, no one gets sick, and no one has to worry about the future." "But it's not REAL!" I screamed, lunging at him. I hit an invisible barrier—a wall of glass I couldn't see. "Real is a relative term," the man said, standing up. He walked to one of the screens and pointed to a small, flickering dot. "That's your Rowan. He’s currently fighting a 'Defragmentation' algorithm. He’s very brave. But in three minutes, his sector will be wiped to make room for the new 'High-Rise' simulation."

I felt my throat close up at the thought of it…Caleb having to live on for decades after I’m gone…or worse… “A wolf mates for life. And once we lose our mate…we pretty much go crazy.” He shrugged. “Some of us would just go to sleep one day, and never wake up. Some go crazy with anger and pain and turn rouge, which means that we give into our animalistic instincts and lose our humanity, becoming killing machines without morals. And some of us go mentally insane.” Shit! I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. What he described was a fate worse than death…and he said it as if he had already accepted the fact…

The fate of all hangs by a precarious thread, and only time will tell who will prevail in this struggle for power and survival. Anuxis speaks, his voice resonating with a tone of challenge even as he feels the Skinning of the mind beginning to break through the barriers of his mind. It's a chilling sensation, as if thousands of cold, sharp claws were scraping against his consciousness, trying to tear apart his very essence.

My mouth was parched like sandpaper and I wanted to scream for water but that wasn’t an option since I had been starved for over the last…I don’t even know how many days. Willing my mind to stay strong, I use my hands to push myself off the wall from where I was leaning and totter my way to the light. After reaching a clearing, I thought I’d find a door or anything but nothing could’ve prepared me for the sight that greeted me after I stepped into the corpse-filled area. They weren’t just some normal corpses. It looked more like the blood of a river variegated with a sea of uncountable mutilated limbs of human flesh. The scene in front of me puts the greatest of horror movies to shame becaus

Janet was waiting for me outside, her eyes flicking past me toward the room behind me. "Thinking about going in to save her?" I asked. "No. I was just wondering what's going on." "I see." She handed me a file. "Laura jumped into a river trying to get away from some debt collectors and ruined one of her legs. Now she's hiding at an illegal underground club, working as a hostess. "But that bad leg makes her pretty much useless there. All she does is run errands for the other women. She hardly sleeps. They keep her working nonstop.

At night, sitting there, I could see the city lights. After helping me move, Nina Foster collapsed on the couch and cursed Preston for forty full minutes. "On what grounds? Huh? On what grounds? You stayed with him in a basement for three years, split a single bread roll between two meals, and poured your dowry into his company. "Now that he's rich, he takes another woman to see the aurora? Is he even human?" "Enough." I handed her water. "It's over." "You're just letting it go?" Nina sat up and glared at me, exasperated. "Mara, are you stupid?

Life couldn’t have been better. Despite that, I couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the Duttons were up to. I knew that as long as they didn’t find a body, they wouldn’t declare a death. This led to endless speculation in society about whether the two of us were truly dead. Rumors and gossip spread everywhere, but I remained unmoved. Every day, I soaked up the sun, watched handsome men by the sea, and lived a life of pure indulgence. After half a year, though, I started to get a little bored.