Left 4 Dead Story Novels & Stories

Or, rather, it was a gun until he broke it into two pieces. Did he just kill someone? I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to know. “What kind of darts were those?” I whisper. “Tranquilizers?” "Worse. Let's keep moving. Stay close to my back," he says. I’m completely disoriented, but I follow him upstairs, to where the first batch of dorms are. We round a corner, and I almost run into Alec, who has stopped dead. I lurch to a stop, and my hand connects with his back.

"Sarah was found in an abandoned building. Manner of death—overdose." Jasmine breathed very slowly. Jayla's fists were balled. Jade swallowed hard. No one said anything. None of them were able to speak. For though— Despite the lies, the betrayal, the hate this was not the way they'd imagined the story ending. But it had. Sarah was dead. And the war that had started all those years ago? It was finally over.

Everyone held their weapons close, ready to put our lives on the line. Explosions and gunshots kept coming from above, and the sound of the walls collapsing was deafening. The ground seemed to tremble under the force. On the fourth day, the noise abruptly stopped. We gathered nervously and stared at the door to the underground shelter. It slowly opened to reveal an exhausted soldier. "The wave of zombies has been dealt with. You can all come out now." Everyone cheered, and we slowly filed out of the shelter. The air outside smelled of gunpowder.

I understood then. The people I cherished most were the ones who wanted me dead. I could only hope that once they got their wish, they would live to regret it when they finally learned the truth. In my final moments, as the Rogue's claws tore open my chest, the force of the blow tore my spirit from my body. I floated in the air, watching my own mutilated body lie on the forest floor, bathed in moonlight. At that moment, my Alpha and fated mate, Damon, was kneeling beside my sister, Chloe.

“And I’ll stay.” I crossed to her, brushed my hand against her shoulder. “You link the second something changes. Even a flicker.” “I will.” Maddox touched Evelynn’s hand one more time. Calder breathed out a curse. Rafe kissed her temple. And then the four of us walked out into the hall. Brothers going to war. The pack house smelled like dust, smoke, and blood. The roof had partially collapsed. Shards of stone and broken beams littered the ground. Glass crunched under our boots.

Maybe he still believed that if he lowered himself enough, I'd forgive him—just like I had, again and again, across three lifetimes. But this time, he was wrong. I looked at him and said clearly, "There's nothing left to say between us. It's over. The man I'm marrying is Jace." I had given him three chances—three lives. And each time, he had used that love to destroy me. Even to kill me. This time, I only wanted peace. I only wanted Jace. Something in my certainty seemed to break Lance. He lowered his head, shoulders trembling like a scolded child.

The audio on the tablet kept playing. It clearly captured Susan ordering Ms. Thompson to feed Lucas “poisoned milk powder”. “Don’t let him live too long. After some time has passed, when no one’s asking, just say he got an infection and died. The manager stood on the side, fumbling to end the livestream. But she was stopped by Sam. “Ms. Thompson, don't rush to turn off the livestream. Let everyone see it. Let others see how you and Susan swap out Lucas and plan to kill him.”

It meant that from the moment Dante entered the hall to the moment he left, the only people he looked at were the four of us. I said blankly, “It really does look like one of us is the Godfather’s true love.” “There’s no way to tell who he was looking at,” Blair said with a sigh. “But that smile was way too obvious.” The four of us exchanged silent looks, fear filling our eyes. If we didn’t all retain memories of our brutal deaths from past lives, none of this would even be explainable. “If it really is one of us,” Chloe whispered, trembling, tears pooling in her eyes, “then why… why did he kill every single one of us?”

The elevator doors slid shut between us, just like whatever was left of our marriage had already split for good. When I got back to Dad's place, he was cleaning. The moment he saw me, he hurried over and took the suitcase from my hand.

"Four's mother, Her grave, There is a massive explosive device planted at the cemetery, Timed to detonate today," My mind raced, Today, I pulled out my phone and checked the date, My stomach dropped, It was the anniversary of Four's mother's death, He visited her grave every year without fail, "Four go to the cemetery today," I said, "Yes, at ten o'clock, He is predictable, Carver counted on that, The bomb is under her headstone, When four kneel to pay respects, it detonates, He dies at his mother's grave, Poetic revenge,"