Prison Of The Dead Novels & Stories

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Officer Will took the call with sorrow. Grim Marie had taken her own life. She was found in the bath with expensive-smelling bubbles and a candle. She had used a razor. He wished this hadn’t surprised him. His heart felt heavy, but he tried to convince himself that at least she was at peace now, enfolded in the arms of her mother and her daughter. A third little urn lined up on the shelf, perhaps. At least the pain and misery of her hunt for The Wolf was over.

They might not get another chance like this anytime soon. So Jules huddled in the cupboard near the basement, waiting for Liam to do his part. He didn’t have to wait long. Soon enough, there were Liam’s panicked shouts and then the sounds of people in heavy boots running past the cupboard. Then everything went quiet. His heart pounding, Jules got out of the cupboard and quickly headed to the basement. He had no idea how much time he had: probably ten minutes, if he was lucky. It should be enough. It had to be. Hopefully the guards wouldn’t think to check on their prisoner—they rarely seemed to—so Jules hoped they wouldn’t find out that the Xeus was missing until the morning. And hopefully no

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.

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

No markings except words carved deep into the lid. "Tick tock, Silver Death. Your people are running out of time." My hands shook as I lifted the lid. A wolf's head stared up at me. Male, young, mouth frozen in a scream. I recognized him. One of my original soldiers. Not Derek or Cassandra, but someone who'd followed me. Believe in me. Died because of me. A note lay beneath the head, written in elegant script. "Twenty nine prisoners remaining. Twenty hours until deadline. Still waiting for your surrender. Don't keep me waiting too long. The next delivery will be two heads. Then four. Then eight. Exponential suffering for exponential delays. Your choice, Maya. Always your choice. - S"

Elizabeth retorted with a smile, a smile that taunted them— She would not let them harm her granddaughter, at any cost, "Now, tell me where she is." "The prison— She is in the old prison." Matteo finally revealed with a sigh causing Elizabeth's eyes to widen in horror. The old prison— The very place where the most heinous criminals are left to starve to death. Wretched abode of decaying corpses, putrid flesh, and crumbling bones, inhabited by freed hungry rogues who brazenly break into cells, mercilessly taking lives as they please. "What?! You've kept her there?!" Elizabeth completely lost it at this point, "How could you? She'll be dead before the night is over. Are you out of your fucking

One, just except my fate because I was tired as hell and had no will power in me to fight or fight despite my body not being fully awake because I had a daughter to life for and didn’t want everyone to come home to a lifeless body laying on the kitchen floor bleeding to death. Of course I went with the second choice because who the hell will I be if I let some intruder dressed like a damn ninja end my life. I’m the Shadow of death for god sakes so I wasn’t about to accept death so easily. So here I was crouched over the lifeless body of the mystery ninja who turned out to be a woman. Pulling the dagger out from her head, blood came pouring out staining the marble floor.

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.]