Left4dead Novels & Stories

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

Of all the bodies I have taken over there was no cook, unfortunately. “I am confident that what happened in the past will stay in the past.” He look at me with a serious face and kissed my cheek and left. You better spare me some of your memories. I tried concentrating so I can fetch another more of Avant’s memory this lady is stubborn I want to slap the shit out of her. As the years went by one thing that I mustered is the art of being patient. Maybe I have to be a patient for a little while to get her memories. The real owner of these bodies are just like sleeping but their subconscious is awake that’s why the moment I leave they will just think they have been in a fantastic dream but some

I couldn’t help but wonder how many of them knew they wouldn’t make it out of this alive. The command tent was at the center of the base, a large structure bustling with activity. As I stepped inside, the first thing I noticed was the large map spread across the central table, covered in red and yellow markings indicating infected zones and military positions. Monitors lined one side of the tent, displaying live feeds from cameras placed around the perimeter. And then I saw him. General Ethan Cole.

Themis Pov I had appeared at the right time. Gwenn was in shock, staring at a body on the ground. Without looking at the body, I knew that it was Silana, one of the blind spots in my gift. A blind spot that might have saved the world. “Would you look at that, the same way I killed Sorens, I also killed that brat. The next on the list is you.” Kastav crackled as he moved towards Gwenn in a leisured pace.

Pfft. Two quiet, metallic pops echoed through the rain, completely swallowed by the sound of the storm. The lead mercenary didn't even have time to raise his weapon or key his throat mic. Both rounds caught him directly in the center of his reinforced visor, the ballistic glass shattering inward as his body went entirely limp, collapsing backward into a deep puddle of muddy water. “Left guard is raising his carbine,” Malakai’s voice cut through, sharp and instantaneous. “Pivot ninety degrees. Now.”

The next morning, Darcy stood in the private cemetery on the outskirts of the Thorne estate. Unlike the cold marble mausoleum Harry had desecrated in his madness, this grave was hidden beneath the weeping boughs of an ancient willow tree. The headstone was simple, white, and bore only one name: Leo. Darcy knelt on the damp earth, the hem of her silk dress disregarded. In her trembling hands, she held the the Lot 44 she had outbid a room full of millionaires to obtain. It was the last thing Leo had asked for before the world went dark.

“Don’t call me until you fix what you’d done wrong.” The line went dead. The scarred man laughed softly, almost pitying. “Damn. Your brother’s cold.” He stepped closer. “Guess you’re useless to us now.” He raised the gun and pointed it at me. “Let’s just hope you’re worth something after you’re dead.” … “Don, we’ve searched everywhere,” Lorenzo said, stepping up beside Matteo. “Looks like the Moretti cleaned out the place after they killed that woman.” He held something small in his hand.

Twenty-one years I'd begged these four men to love me, to finish this godforsaken System mission. Only when I drove a knife into my own chest did they finally see me. I woke in the Costa compound's top-floor med suite, my chest wrapped tight in bandages, every breath a searing tear. I knew instantly what happened: I was born with dextrocardia. My heart sits on the right side of my chest. I'd missed. Vincent sat beside me, dark circles under his eyes. He'd used the last of the Rossi family's three black-market cardiac ampoules on me

I said evenly, "you want to bet with me too?" He froze for a second, surprised I'd seen through him so quickly. "Since you're so confident, let's make it interesting." "What are the terms?" I kept my expression flat. Brad glanced around the room, then raised his voice on purpose. "If you lose, you leave Lucian for good and stay with me. You'll be my breeder. Nothing more." That didn't provoke me at all. I asked calmly, "So, Alpha Brad of the esteemed Silver Lake pack, if I win, hand over half your pack's assets to me. Deal?"

“You feel nothing. The people you killed meant nothing to you!” Instinctively, my eyes drifted toward him, my glance not settling into the trap his mockery laid. Instead, I turned back to the Elders, holding their gaze with quiet dignity. “Three thousand, one hundred and twenty-seven lives,” I stated, the number a cold echo of my deeds. “I have taken in my eighteen years of life.” I began to recite, the bitterness of memory flooding each name. “Alpha Markus of the Red Cliff Pack… Alpha Jason of the Moonlit Shadows… Alpha Terrin…” The litany of names filled the hall like a haunting dirge, silencing even Yuri’s interruption with their solemn gravity.