Is Unspeakable Still Alive Novels & Stories

“Feels strange, doesn’t it? Saying it out loud. In front of everyone.” “Strange and right,” Martin replied. He thought back to all the nights they had lain awake in anonymous hotel rooms, talking in hushed tones about what a future without secrecy might look like. The fear of lost sponsorships, hostile crowds, career-ending scandals. Tonight, they had faced the first wave of that future and survived—more than survived. They had triumphed.

Gabriella was nearly 40 years old. She had risen from an elite cadet at the police academy to the highest-ranked officer in the Gakoli Police Department. She had overcome many obstacles, yet she had never felt anything like this before. At that moment, the person on the other end was still yelling into the phone. "Chief Campbell? Can you hear me?" Hearing no response from Gabriella, he repeated, "The demolition has been called off! All the explosive devices have been safely disarmed!"

“There was another survivor.” Jennifer froze. “I thought he died.” “So did I.” Luna’s voice had become distant. Like she was speaking to herself. “He was never officially declared dead.” Jennifer quickly pulled up archived files. Typing rapidly. Searching. Searching. Searching. Nothing. Every record ended the same way. STATUS: DECEASED Alexander frowned. “If he’s alive…” “He erased himself.” Jennifer finished. Luna nodded. Only someone trained through Project Phantom could erase every trace of that completely.

For a moment, nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Nobody spoke. The quarry stood frozen beneath a cloud of dust and smoke. Even the gunfire stopped. Because the name that had just echoed through the loudspeaker was impossible. Utterly impossible. Joel Aliet was dead. Everyone knew that. Patricia believed it. The police believed it. The media believed it. The conspirators certainly believed it. Yet the voice carried across the valley again. Calm. Steady. Unmistakable.

I said. “I don’t like your tone, Ms Atwick.” Great. Giving him an apology, He let out a low sound of approval before continuing. “We don’t have a verified point of death yet,” he said. “Only the last confirmed visual. After that, he went off-grid.” “Off-grid,” I repeated. “Yes.” I imagined him leaning on his chair with an unlit cigarette to his lip. “But off-grid isn’t the same as dead.” “I know.” That second acknowledgement made everything heavier, because it meant even Thomas was separating what was confirmed from what was assumed.

One thing I knew about my united was that he was never somber unless Something bad happened. I tried again, my voice becoming stronger. ‘’how am I alive? I was stabbed, my body burned…There is no way…’’ my voice broke. Cypher didn’t respond, his silence deafening, making me desperate for answers. ‘’Is Sapphire dead?’’No response. ‘’Tell me!’’ I shouted, coughing out loud. ‘’please…’’ Tears streamed down my face as I waited for an answer, but still Cypher remained silent.

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

I sighed heavily and broke the bombshell. 'Jake Humphrey is not dead. He is still alive.'

⸻ And again. Elara stepping out alive. ⸻ Beautiful. ⸻ Poised. ⸻ Standing beside Aaron. ⸻ Alive. ⸻ Alive. ⸻ ALIVE. ⸻ ⸻ Her breathing became uneven. ⸻ “No…” she whispered. ⸻ Hands trembling slightly. ⸻ “That’s impossible.” ⸻ Because dead people— weren’t supposed to come back. ⸻ ⸻ Then came the second blow.

But she accidentally held the surface and noticed the blood had been spattered in it. “Oh, no! Mother! Father!” Una continued to call for her parents but there were no answers. Slowly, her legs trembled and before she could fall, Hevian was quick to hold her up. “Let’s not assume until we see their bodies. They could be well somewhere.” He tried to comfort her somehow, but Una pushed him hard. “Those were all members of the Sabre Pack! I saw them. How can they be so cruel?” Hevian’s jaw clenched. “I assure you; I’ll make them pay.”