Prison Of The Dead Novels & Stories

"A detacker was found dead in his cell," said my mother, waking me up from a dream that I was totally surrounded by the kisses of an absurdly hot actor. It took me a while to understand what the hell she was talking about. I blinked, yawned, so I asked you to repeat it. "I said that this morning, one of the inmates of the prison where you have been spending more time than in your own house, was found dead. He was hanging with a sheet, but you know that everything inside the prison is solved in this way. So there's a chance he was murdered.”

“We played video games in Eric’s room well into the night and didn’t hear anything. We don’t know what you’re looking for.” Uncle Wayne swore under his breath and turned away. He started pacing again. “There was a dangerous beast locked up in the basement,” he gritted out at last. “I thought someone might have let it out, but it seems the idiot guards simply forgot to lock the door, thinking it was safe because the beast was chained. Imbeciles. As if they don’t know magnetic locks can sometimes fail.” “How careless,” Liam said distractedly, reading a fashion magazine on his phone.

I reached the pack dungeon where he was imprisoned and I closed my nose to avoid inhaling the pungent smell coming from the prison cell, as I drew closer to the cell where he was kept I could see black smoke and I looked around to see where it was coming One of the guards opened the door and we got inside only to be met with a horrendous sight, he looked as if he was drained of life by the darkness of his skin and he had his tongue out with a ghostly expression on his face. It didn't look like an attack from wolves or any creature that I know! His death was strange and I immediately called for the pack doctor to examine the corpse. A few moments later he arrived and set his tools on the floo

"If there's even the smallest chance, I will kill you." Leonard turned slowly, his vision blurred and his senses dulled. Frederick had retrieved the discarded gun, now pointed squarely at Leonard's chest. He crouched on the dusty floor, a twisted grin spreading across his face. "You really won't let me go, will you?" Leonard said softly, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. His body felt numb, his mind cloudy. All he could hear was the click of the trigger. "Ah... figures," he murmured, a faint smile tugging at his lips. And then, the deafening sound of the gunshot filled the room.

By the time Lozark's guards regained consciousness, the prisoners were gone, disappeared. Now, they're in front of me in an abandoned factory, tied to a pillar, trembling in fear, while I'm sitting on a cozy chair, watching them. “Who should I kill first?” “Let us go, please. We did wrong. We're asking for forgiveness. It won't happen again.” Ridcliff pleads, peeing his pants. “I-I don't want to die.” Larisa continues crying over her pathetic life. “Let's play a death game. Whoever wins, gets to live, okay?” It's one of my favorites.

My cell smelled like the refuse ground at the back of the fortress, and except for the lullaby from the mosquitoes, and the scurrying footsteps of the rats, it was as silent as a graveyard. I pray that Baron will be back soon. He will know I'm innocent, order them to fetch me out of the dungeon, and then punish his daughter. My problem is how to survive until Baron comes I nearly jumped out of my skin when the door of the dungeon creaked open and Sarah stepped inside, and in her hand was a tray filled with a bowl of spaghetti, a boiled egg, and a cup of juice.

Phedra Elizabeth who had just woken upturned her eyes forward. She saw her name written on the white, glowing nametag, pasted on the gray, blood-stained wall. In the bottom corner of the wall, there was a nametag with two words Duncan Hiddleston, but unlike her, it changed color from red to white and then back to red. The middle of her field of vision was separated by an iron fence. She looked around, all four sides were iron fences, at this time she correctly identified. She was imprisoned in her hardened heart of stone. Phedra Elizabeth realized that countless people had died here, watching the white skeletons pile up into the mountains, the blood flowing into the rivers. There are some pe

I clenched my jaw as my fingers curled so tightly around the edge of the tablet, I nearly cracked it in half. “And the prisoner?” I asked through gritted teeth. “Dead” Soren’s voice was flat. “He really is dead. There were no wounds, no signs of physical trauma and nothing in his blood stream. It's as if his vitals just stopped.” “You think it was her?” I couldn't believe I was asking this question, but I was too scarred to leave any stones unturned. “I don't know.” He hesitated. “But it's strange.” “Maybe it was the gods.” I stared for a long moment before muttering. “Maybe he died of fear, but it doesn't matter. He's dead. And that part of the story dies with him.”

At first I couldn't see anything. It was too dark. But after squinting... I realized those weren't shadows. They were people. People locked inside prison cells. It was a dungeon. The prisoners sat curled into themselves. Weak. Bruised. Half naked. Covered in wounds. Sofia moved closer to me. [Do you think they're the bad people who took Mom?] [Of course they're bad!] She answered before I could. [They're in prison!] [We should leave!] [Wait.]

“I shall send Marcus and Elodie of the Moonflame Pack to the Prison of Despair to lure out the former Alpha Marcos of the Blackwind Pack.” A dramatic pause echoed in the air after he declared this ‘not sure about that but let’s try it’ kind of decision. “Prison of Despair,” I hummed. As if all prisons aren’t in despair enough, they decided this prison in the Black Mountains, guarded by monstrous gods known as the Bloodhounds, to be a literal home of despair. The Prison of Despair indeed. “Send them to this Prison of Despair so I can also have my petty, pretty revenge too, Alpha King,” I crooned, although I cannot match my mate’s playful cool smile.