Prison Of The Dead Novels & Stories

the voice chuckled, “were a pain to get.” “What’s the hell…” I whispered under my breath. The screen blinked again — now showing a faint image of what looked like… a mask? Smiling, expressionless, like a porcelain doll. “You’re probably wondering what this is,” the voice went on, still smug and snaky. “Short answer? You’re all dead. Long answer? Congratulations — you lucky little corpses have been chosen for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” My blood ran cold. “Dead?” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel my hands trembling.

Watching Dylan struggle in agony, she asked calmly, "Now our family of four will be together in life and death. Isn't this what you wanted?" But she got no answer because Dylan had already been knocked unconscious by the thick smoke. And she was gradually unable to keep her eyes open. Kayla thought that if there was a God, maybe their deaths could somehow give Nate peace in heaven, where he'd never have to face people like them again. Before losing consciousness completely, she seemed to see a little boy sitting on his father's shoulders. He was holding his mother's hand with one hand and waving a candy apple with the other. He called out to the girl ahead, "Kayla!"

I guessed that either the room was soundproof or I was in some remote place. I looked down at the heavy black shackles wrapped around my feet. "They're heavy." Realizing I was completely imprisoned, I thought I might die. The faceless man who had kidnapped me had, in my mind, transformed into a cruel murderer. The cruel murderer became a terrifying organ trafficker, and the organ trafficker became a grotesque cannibal who devoured people. That image changed dozens of times before the locked door finally creaked open, and a black silhouette entered. The moment he stepped in, the world twisted into black and white. It warped. Sparks crackled around his face, distorting the space.

“We’ll call a doctor. We’ll figure this out. We’re gonna fight this.” But Brielle didn’t move. She just stood there—hand on her stomach, her name finally her own again—realizing that some prisons weren’t made of walls or rings or contracts. Some were made of biology. Some were growing inside her. To be continued...

On the day of our wedding, my fiance's best friend, Penny Lynd, showed me a video, smiling as she said, "Hey, Lydia. I've already educated Aron for you. He's now a real stud, so enjoy!" I felt my breath leaving my lungs as they made love in the video, while Aron Quaker laughed, clapping her shoulder. "Where did you get that AI video? I only took your clothes off that one time." While he was laughing without a care, I felt like I'd just fallen into an abyss. Seeing me lose my cool, Penny laughed out loud too. "There! I knew it would upset Lydia! She's so dumb that she can't even tell that it's an AI video—and a bet's a bet! Starting today, we will be married for three days." It was only t

“There’s nothing we can do about it. The Death Inquisitor was still executing Garcia in Concord City yesterday. Not long after the live broadcast ended, he was caught with his intestines removed. It’s too late for the Death Inquisitor to catch them even if he wanted to!” “Didn’t the Inquisitor kill two people at the New York Police Station last time? Maybe he can do it this time too!” “Impossible!” The last time was at the police station, and it was in New York. The Death Inquisitor could still think of a way to sneak in, but this time, the executioner had been detained at San Quentin State Prison in San Francisco. This prison was specifically for the detention of felons. It was on an isolat

Lucifer is over at the graveyard with ten of his guys. “Guys, let's spread out!” He then heads over to the truck and bends under it, “let us get this truck moved away from here.” Under the truck on the ground is an iron door with a handle. Pulling it up is a staircase going down. Looking down the staircase is dark; Lucifer and his guys climb down to inspect the place, and there inside the place are jail cells; it's dark. Lucifer orders his guys to find the main entrance. Walking through is a sewerage flow. It is stinking, and there are about twelve guys chained up in separate cells, rats running all over the place as they see filth scattered in front of the cells. The prisoners are thin as i

Kira elucidated beside me while giggling softly, and my heart flushed with happiness at the sight of her smile. "Yes," I said."A good day to die hard." I retorted with a smile plastered on my face. A buzzing sound was heard, and a small hole was visible on top of the cage. We watch in curiosity, waiting for whatever they are going to send out again. After what seemed like an entity, different weapons were thrown down on the cage floor. including short knives, spikes, bows, and arrows.

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

Deirdre, unnerved, tightened her fingers and asked, “What happened?” “The prison… Charlene McKinney is dead.” Deirdre’s heart froze. Her pupils dilated. When she finally snapped out of her trance, she asked, “But… How!?”