Post Mortem Novel Novels & Stories

Trigger Warnings This novel contains mature, dark, and potentially distressing content, including: Graphic violence Sexual Violence Voyeurism Gore and gruesome injury descriptions Supernatural warfare and battles in Hell Use of weapons (blades, claws, fire, magical weapons) Torture and physical brutality Threats of dismemberment and monstrous transformations Non-consensual power dynamics Coercion, forced proximity, and captivity Extreme sexual content with dark elements BDSM themes, impact play, restraints, and pain-pleasure dynamics Blood play and biting Psychological manipulation Terror, panic, and fear responses Emotional abuse and degradation language Self-loathing, trauma responses, and

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

The second and third weren't distant at all, and the man guarding her went rigid, hand dropping to something at his hip a full second too slow. Everything after that happened too fast to follow cleanly. Shouting, close now. A body hitting the container wall hard enough to shudder it. The door wrenched open on a wedge of harsh dock light, and for one disorienting second Blair couldn't make sense of the shape filling it at all — only that it moved like something that had already decided exactly how this was going to end before it ever stepped inside. "Blair."

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

After that day, I never saw Emery again. Sasha's case caused a media storm due to its severity, and she was sentenced to death with immediate execution. Meanwhile, I was busy arranging a funeral for the two innocent children. In my previous life, Emery had managed to save them in time. This time, they could not escape their own mother's cruelty. On the day of the funeral, I stood before their graves with their favorite stuffed animals in my arms. I spoke softly to them. I prayed that they would be blessed with parents who truly loved them in their next lives.

My fingers were covered in frostbite because of it. "Trying to please me, huh? Fine, you succeeded. If you donate bone marrow to Caleb now, you'll be my best daughter for the rest of your life," Mom said. Before my death, I would have dreamed of hearing those words. But now, it didn't matter anymore. After all, she couldn't find me. I was already dead. … April 9th, 2025. Cloudy. The 99th day after my death. In the past few days, I had seen them search every corner of the town. Every blade of grass in the park, every alleyway, and every trash can had been searched.

Life couldn’t have been better. Despite that, I couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the Duttons were up to. I knew that as long as they didn’t find a body, they wouldn’t declare a death. This led to endless speculation in society about whether the two of us were truly dead. Rumors and gossip spread everywhere, but I remained unmoved. Every day, I soaked up the sun, watched handsome men by the sea, and lived a life of pure indulgence. After half a year, though, I started to get a little bored.

“You surely will.’ He whispers as the familiar hue of lights awaits them both in the middle of the path they are taking. Knowing what it is as they are aware of what draws it in front of them. Daniela raise her hand as the lights came down and surrounds her. One by one and with a click of her hand, it turns into the books that make the entirety of these dark and dreadful charades. With that, she names the books one by one that open and presented their heart, but only the clear four can be heard at that moment as it rings. “Blood Resonance. The Call of Death. Death Reincarnate. Shinzo Dimension.” As the book opens along with its prominent hue that also represents the prominent sins that are t

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.