Land Of The Beautiful Dead Novels & Stories

He placed his gun on her temple and forced her to walk out of the room along with him. Terror gripped her heart as she saw dozens of men lay on the white tiled floor in the pools of their blood. Her stomach churned in anxiety as the soul left her body for a second when her eyes met with the obsidian hues. "Hamza," His name left her lips in a whispering prayer. The man was bathed in blood. Red crimson was all over his white shirt and splattered blood rested on his face. He looked like death himself. Raw, chaotic madness.

The Deadlands. It was a nightmare landscape. The ground was cracked and grey, like broken pottery. Dead trees clawed at the sky, their branches blackened skeletons. Pools of glowing green slime bubbled in the craters. The sky was a bruised purple, swirling with toxic clouds that blocked out the moon. In the center of the wasteland stood a mountain. But it wasn't a mountain of rock. It was a mountain of bone. A massive structure made from the ribs and skulls of ancient beasts, woven together with dark magic and necrotic vines. It pulsed with a faint, sickly green light.

' The ruby dew sank into the earth as it was eagerly consumed, the weeds wafting and seeming to reach out for the bleeding wrist, hungry for more as the soil heaved erotically beneath as it began to spit out the dead. Glassy eyes peeled open, revealing empty sockets, but the ability to see was not down to eyes alone and the gifts of death and their new master were enough to guide. Their hearing was beyond the skills of the normal human, even beyond the blind. Each beat of the pulse, each sway of a blade of grass could be heard. Not many dragged themselves from their lonely bed. In the last few years only five people had been laid to rest there and they were the only ones intact enough to res

The twinkling stars and the dazzling full moon gave beauty to the dark sky. The cold wind blew like it was quarrelling with earth and the snow fell like rainfall but the moment the snow reached the ground, it turned scarlet as the land had turned into a pool of blood overlaid with dead bodies. On that beautiful night was heard clashing of swords and cries of anguish as more lifeless bodies fall to the ground, killed with no mercy. It was as though death had visited the normally peaceful town, and the oh-so beautiful night had become an unpleasantly horrific sight.

Kiri: But it's precisely that it's in this world that such a place exists. Ban: ???? Kiri: This place is known as the Valley Of The Beauty Of Death. Ban: Beauty of death? Kiri: Centuries ago when the war between humans and demons was really extreme this valley right here was a graveyard where thousands of demons who died in battle were buried. Back then it was known as the Valley Of Death. But later on the fighting decreased and the war was put on hold and only minor fights here and there would occur but no one would come as far as here to bury their fallen comrades. Years passed and the ground that was filled with darkness slowly faded and the ground started to become fertile again and thes

The very essence that had fueled my determination, the very reason I had braved the land of the dead. As the truth of her absence settled over me, a profound sense of desolation washed over me. The forest seemed to close in, its shadows thickening as if mirroring the darkness that had eclipsed my heart. The land of the dead, with its eerie whispers and haunting spirits, suddenly seemed like an apt reflection of my own internal landscape.

Chapter 89 The Deadlands No wind moves here. The Deadlands is a dead place. Cracked obsidian plains where the sky bleeds red. Nothing grows. Only barren land, choked with vengeful souls who died unjustly. Two arch-demons stood against an arch-hybrid — an abomination forged from hellfire. The only thing that could kill arch-demons. Kelvin and Marvin didn’t care if they died. They found peace in chaos. Even as they lost ground to an army of arch-hybrids.

she pointed to the underlined words of the other book. Mr. Evans looked at the words as Hazel then explained, “The Chosen One will make a sacrifice on the land of the dead.” She stood upright and faced Mr. Evans. She said, “The gathering of the dead means the place where the last war took place, where everyone died. That is the land of the dead and also the land of ashes. The Vampires bodies turned into ashes later on and now, we need to know where that land is.” When Mr. Evans didn’t speak, Hazel said, “Think Aiden, you were there that day. Where is that land?” she asked him and looked into his eyes as if the answers would come out.

We couldn’t afford to ignore it. We left the base in the early morning, the sky still a pale blue. The streets were eerily silent, the kind of silence that you only get when everything around you is on the brink of destruction. Our vehicle rumbled along the cracked, deserted roads, passing abandoned buildings, wrecked cars, and the occasional flicker of movement that sent a chill down my spine. The city that was once full of life now lay in ruins, the air heavy with the smell of decay. Every corner seemed to whisper of death.

I pitied the land now really; I could almost hear it groaning, grunting, wishing for an escape from the hands of death and nothingness, decay that clung like rot. "Something the entire pack will be like soon…" I muttered finally, cloaking our voices with magic in case any guard from the pack was loitering about. Isla's eyes dragged from the desolation, landing on me with a flicker of unease. "What happened here though? It's too…" "Deathful." "Yes, that." Her lips twisted. "If that's an English word, I think it would best describe this place." She wasn't wrong. "How many souls were lost here?"