Prison Of The Dead Novels & Stories

“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.

Suddenly, a loud voice has been heard, “Welcome everyone to the most-awaited, ‘Game of Fangs and Death’. Remember, this game is for five nights and only one among our twenty-two players will survive. The winner as a prize will be given a free pass and will be led to a secret passage, away from here, and at the end of that secret passage is the ocean where one of the submarines of the Alpha Pharoah is being docked and waiting for him.” Fiel was stunned as he heard the announcement. “Game of Fangs and Death… Alpha Pharoah? What kind of place or the world I have been thrown from that oubliette?” he thought hastily. His life has been a total mess since the day that he was accused of raping and k

“This is getting messy.” “I want to see them,” I say. Sevrin hesitates. Then nods. He walks to the iron door and unlocks it. It creaks open. We step inside. And freeze. The prisoners are slumped against the walls. Heads twisted at unnatural angles. Eyes open but Lifeless as Blood pooled beneath them. Every single one of them is dead. My stomach lurches. I cover my mouth. Hector slowly turns to me. His eyes are dark.

“We are going to get some ice cream and we are going to get home and find out how to save Justin because he's alive in there.” “He's fucking dead.” Janeka roared, pulling away from her. Earnestine struggled with her before they were able to get her into the car. Emptiness is what I met there. I opened my eyes to see the darkness called the unbinding. The prison was created for the tyrant Edmond Michael. I'm surprised that what they think is not what I see. Justin thought as he got up. He couldn't believe that he was alive. Was this the end or would he go through some eternal torture?

There's no pulse, he's dead. I open his mouth, and just like I fear, I smell the poison on his breath. Triggered when he clenched his teeth, it must have been hidden in a tooth capsule. To my right , I can hear the other prisoners start to laugh too. My calm shatters, my breath hitches as the realisation clocks into place. These are not just professionals, they're men willing to die without hesitation for a cause I still do not understand.

In a suburban prison in Rossenville City. "Prisoner 847, Jessie Stewart. Your family's here to pick you up. Try to behave yourself this time. Don't come back." Jessie Stewart numbly accepted a box of her belongings from the prison guard, nodded silently, and followed the instructions to change out of her uniform into the same clothes she had arrived in. A short-sleeved dress that had sat folded for three years, its fabric faded and creased, now hung loosely on her.

She said and walked to her sit. "Then are you going to tell us about what you guys discussed about?" Nelly asked as just as Ottiline made to reply, A shout came from the detention room as they glanced at each other and ran to that place in a hurry. "What is going on?" They asked as soon as they got there. "The Prisoner is dead!" The officers that were asked to watch over him reported. "What?! But there were officers inside there so how did this happen?" Austin asked as Ottiline made his way into the room without another word.

The sun set behind the mountains, painting the sky in deep reds and purples, the last light fading like a warning. They moved under the cover of darkness, slipping through the drainage tunnel like shadows. The air inside was damp and cold, the walls slick with moss. They emerged into the compound’s lower levels, taking out guards with silenced shots and knives, their movements coordinated from years of shared survival. The prison was a maze of corridors and cells, some still holding the faint echoes of past prisoners. They found evidence of Marcus’s operation, maps, weapons caches, records of new victims being moved through the network.

Meanwhile....... The prison cells -dungeons- were at the very lowest level of the Military base, beneath the graveyard levels where thousands of buried dead rested in silence. The cells were reserved for the worst of criminals: assassin's gone rogue, betrayals who broke the Covenant Law, soldiers who betrayed or violated the military covenant rules. Diana as none of those things. How could Mark even suggest sending her there? Oh yeah, she was set up.

Out in the yard, three dead rogues are sprawled across the wild grass, fur matted in spirals of black, their gaping mouths luminous with pale foam. Donovan drags one into the house, still breathing but only just, and locks him in the root cellar. For a week, the pack takes turns watching the prisoner, hoping for intel, but he refuses food, shifting in and out of wolf shape until his bones all but liquefy. On the fifth night, Derick—of all the three—pushes past the guard, sits at the bars, and sings a note-perfect imitation of the old crone’s death song. The rogue throws himself against the iron, tongue lolling, and dies grinning.