Left 4 Dead Novels & Stories

Peter looked crestfallen when he saw how close Zachary was to me. Zachary pulled my sleeves upward, and he furrowed his brows. Tiny red spots could be seen on the inner side of my arm, thanks to Selena's vigorous rubbing earlier. Peter narrowed his eyes slightly and fixed his gaze on Zachary as he asked, "Dr. Jenkins, aren't you being a little too close to her?" Zachary turned his head toward Peter, then tugged at his collar slightly. "We are professionals. We won't do anything out of line."

This was the last day of the two-week deadline of which I was set to be erased. Thinking of how I would never again see my family and friends from the other world, tears streamed uncontrollably down my face. When blood suddenly poured from my mouth, Natalia and the other three rushed over and held me in panic. "Luc, we'll take you to the hospital right now! You're going to be alright!" Just as I gently pushed them away and calmly prepared to face death, several familiar figures came running toward me. It was my mother, my sister, and my friend from my original world.

Repeat. The numbers on my wrist climbed slowly but steadily. STAGE: I KILLS: 10/20 CREDITS: 250/1,500 It was after my eleventh kill that everything changed. We were in Sector 4, hunting a Shade that had been spotted in the former residential area. I'd cornered it in what used to be a department store, fought it through aisles of decaying clothes and broken mannequins, and finally brought it down when it tried to slip into a shadow I'd been watching.

Better to burn them all and give myself a clean slate. I struck a match, dropped it on the floor, and walked out without looking back. From across the street, I watched the house go up in flames. The orange glow lit up the whole block. The fire department and the cops would be here soon. They would find a charred body inside—I had paid off a friend at the morgue for an unclaimed female corpse. Isabella Torrino would die in that fire. Isabella Rossi would be reborn somewhere else. My phone rang. It was my mother, Sofia.

My undercover mission goes wrong, and I'm captured, only to discover that the man I've loved for years is the heir to a powerful crime family. Desperate to keep me alive, Caspian hides me on a remote island. "Be good and stay here, Elowen. Once I convince my father to let you go, I'll come back for you." Only later do I learn the truth. The island is where the Hale family banishes its enemies and traitors. For an entire year, I fight to survive, coming close to death more times than I can count. When I finally escape, I return to the Hale residence to find my identical twin sister nestled in Caspian's arms. "Caspian, Elowen and I were both captured a year ago. Why did you save me and le

The tires rolled over the damp stone road, carrying his hoarse voice away from me. "Vivian!" I did not look back. A heart that has already died once cannot be frightened awake by blood that arrives too late.

I lurch to a stop, and my hand connects with his back. He doesn’t seem to notice. He’s staring at the scene in front of us. The hallway is empty, and the door to the first dorm is open. Inside, two students are on the floor, their bodies twisted and broken, and blood seeping from beneath them. The floor is speckled with blood, the smell sickening. I hold my breath, but it doesn’t help. I wince and look away. “Do you know them?” I ask, still not looking.

As I watched her tears fall with disinterested eyes, I answered calmly, "There was no going back for us the moment I faked my death." I stepped away from her. "Go back to Gerald, Madison. Don't show your face in front of me ever again." Lily came running out of the school gates just as I wrenched her final finger off me. "Daddy!" Madison's eyes lit up instantly. She slowly crouched down, trying to speak to Lily. However, Lily darted in front of me like a tiny valkyrie, swinging her fists at Madison. She kept hitting her as she yowled, "Go away! You're mean to Daddy! You're a bad person! I hate you!"

There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. I hope that you enjoy Alpha of the Dead. --Sydney

Silence descended over Sector 4 once more, broken only by the heavy, rhythmic drumming of the rain against the yellow steel. I stood in the center of the three downed men, my chest rising and falling in slow, perfectly measured cycles. The freezing rain washed the wet clay and blood from my face, my dark hair plastered to my skull. My Glock was still raised, the barrel smoking slightly in the freezing air, my eyes scanning the dark perimeter. "Clean sweep," I whispered into the mic, my voice entirely flat, the coldness of the Ghost fully returned. A low, dark growl of absolute, possessive pride vibrated through my earpiece, making my pulse jump in a completely different way.