Left 4 Dead Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Dr. Gardner, everything's ready. We can begin the autopsy." A soft, delicate voice sounded next to my ear. My hand that was holding the scalpel paused, and I snapped back to my senses. I turned my head and met the expectant gaze of my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart, Jessica Lester, who was currently also my intern. Then, I looked at the severely decomposed, headless male corpse on the autopsy table. That was when I became certain that I had gone back in time and had a second shot at life.

" If you follow me, I'll take you down there ." They all knew what "there'' was. Luke left Felicia with Liz and Randal. He and Randy shared a look; he was doing his best to be the strong one for his wife and everyone else. The younger Bailey walked down the hall toward the morgue. His heavy footsteps echoed in the silence; it felt so unreal. This had to be some elaborate prank, like when he was eleven, and William pretended to cut off his hand in the garbage disposal. He'd been so scared he'd peed his pants thinking a kitchen appliance had mutilated his big brother. William felt pretty guilty he had scared him so badly. This had to be a joke; it just had to be.

Chapter 4: Eternal Knot The pack den thrummed with anticipation as the final confrontation with the Shadowfang pack loomed on the horizon. I stood at the center of it all, my body forever altered by the bonds I shared with Rylan, Thorne, and Kai. My curves felt more alive than ever—full breasts heavy and sensitive, hips wide and fertile, thighs thick and marked with their bites. The heat had peaked and begun to settle into a deep, abiding connection that made me stronger, sharper, more attuned to the pack’s rhythms. Yet the ache for their knots never fully faded; it simmered constantly, ready to ignite at their touch.

"What did you see? What nightmare could possibly do this to you?" She stared at him through her wet lashes, her heart breaking at the raw, bleeding panic in his silver-dark eyes. She wanted so desperately to tell him. The truth was burning at the back of her throat, a desperate, wild urge to cry out: It wasn’t a nightmare, Lucian. It was us. I died in your arms four hundred years ago, and I have finally come back to you. But as she looked at the tight, coiling muscle in his jaw and remembered the apocalyptic madness of the grief she had just witnessed in her dream, her words failed her.

"Girl, what is wrong with you? First, Riven is obsessed with you. Kael feels your blood moving. Dante has to split his test. And now the vampire literally traverses a room of humans and wants to go out with your blood?!" I blinked. "It wasn't like that…" "Same as that," she said to me, eyes open wide. "He tells you he's going to fall in love with your blood? Who does that?!" I didn't say anything. Because I had no idea how to explain what was going through my head. When Lucien looked at me… something within me shattered. Something terrible. And beautiful. I spent that night in bed in silence. My heart was looping Lucien's words over and over and over again.

I see the at him. “What does that mean?” “I’m not doing this again with you. It’s been four years. She is dead, her parents are dead. We just need to find out who this new alpha is and why he is plotting an alliance against us.” I pull my desk drawer out and place a cigarette to my lips, setting it alight. I inhale deeply on the cigarette, letting the warm air burn into my lungs. I went through stages with these little shits and they won when I got stressed and angry.

Where did the Lucas who said he'd protect me forever go? October 20. The dungeon is so cold, the water is so dirty. I didn't use the silver dagger to kill Seraphina. Forget it, explaining is useless. You were once good to me, and I have repaid that with my blood. Goodbye, my love. Goodbye, my brothers. I hope in my next life, I won't have to be a replacement, and I can have a real family. Plop. A scalding tear hit the diary, smudging the ink.

"Stop it with your little schemes. There will never be a future between us. My only mate is Selena, and Selena alone." I looked at him behaving like this and felt a profound sense of helplessness. I could still vividly recall the pain of being torn apart by the Rogue wolf in the underground dungeon in my past life. And so, this time, I certainly wasn't so pathetic as to cling to someone who wanted me dead ultimately. "I know," I responded just as calmly. Carlson looked like he still wanted to say something, but I couldn't be bothered to listen to him anymore. "If you don't have anything else to say to me, then I'm taking my leave now."

The Beta wolf yelled, sprinting up and trying to take April's cooling body from his friend, but Zade just growled holding her even tighter. "Alpha, I have to make sure that she's dead." He whispered brokenly, grieving for his childhood friend, aching to touch her, to make sure. "She's still breathing." Zade rasped out, and when Todd strained his ears he could hear it faintly, the rise and fall of her breath..but it was clear April was struggling. " That bastards spawn are dead though, I made sure of it." It took Todd precious seconds to understand what Zade meant, and as it registered he knew he would never look the same way at his Alpha again.

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.