Prison Of The Dead Novels & Stories

Soon, Hilda fell asleep again after having something to eat. Nathan closed the door quietly. He asked his mom to keep Hilda company in the hospital while he went home first. After all, there were still a ton of things waiting to be settled. Upon returning home, he went down to the basement first and saw Johnathan dissecting Mrs. Adams body. A while ago, a fire had broken out in prison and caused the death of several prisoners. Coincidently, Mrs. Adams was one of the prisoners who died in the incident. They didn't expect that she would appear in the hands of the Hex's leader.

The gun was raised. “Three…” Raquel had yet to count to two when a few people hastily retrieved the key and unlocked Prison 14’s thick, heavy gate. Following the opening of the iron gate, Adrian said, “Take everyone with you.” Upon saying that, he was the first to step into Prison 14. The stench of rotting corpses radiated through the prison. Adrian could see many corpses piled in one of the cells. Some of them were in the middle of the decaying process while some had already turned into bones.

Guevarra’s liposuction. “Welcome back, Ginger,” Dr. Guevarra said with a smile on her face. “Are you ready to remove your bandage and see the result of your new appearance?” “Finally! I get to see the new me literally,” Ginger said. “And Ginger had already died three months ago. It’s Lucy Solace now.” “Well, that’s a nice name, Lucy,” Dr Guevarra said while gently removing Ginger’s bandage, and once removed, she handed over a mirror to Ginger.

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

She claimed she had more to confess and insisted on seeing Henry. When she met with Henry, she immediately retrieved the hairpin that she hid and stabbed it right into Henry's heart. Henry died on the spot from excessive blood loss. Nora was soon executed as well. I heard that before she died, she kept apologizing to me. However, I no longer had any feelings for her. With the approval documents in hand, I took the train back to North Westonia. I was going to spend the rest of my life there, devoting it entirely to national defense.

The basement is a cold place to die. The prisoner knows it. I can smell the realization coming off him in waves—a sour, chemical stench of adrenaline converting into despair. He is kneeling on the concrete, his hands bound behind his back with plastic zip ties that cut into his wrists. My pistol is still aimed at his knee. "Talk," I said. But he doesn't have intel. He doesn't have codes or safe house locations. He is the last rat on a sinking ship, and he knows the water is already over his head.

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

CHAPTER 11 ____________ Tyr Pov. I am now stunned by what I witnessed again, someone died in front of me. My eyes witnessed how they lost their lives and I couldn't even save them, even then I can't take them to the nearest hospital because they didn't make it. My hands were shaking because I saw a lot of bl*od, then I was even more confused when his body suddenly decomposed and gradually turned into ashes. "What the h*ck." I said then quickly stood up away from Seffner's body then I threw up because of the disgusting thing I witnessed. His body decomposed so fast, I could see the organs, how it gradually turned into ashes and was then blown away by the wind.

As she murmured to herself, Arista arrived in front of the Palace of the God of Death. The main door was tightly closed, with no one guarding it. Arista looked around hesitantly before gently pushing the door open. The creaking sound echoed as she poked her head in and was astonished by what she saw. All the demon enforcers in the grand palace were kneeling, trembling, and crouching on the ground. In front of them, the Black and White Deities and the Judgment Officer were all unconscious. On the high seat, the frail God of Death was being trampled underfoot, and as predicted, the heart of the God of Death was... Alpha Levi's soul.

Apart from the scrambled screen, there were no major issues. She moved to the window, trying to get a better signal. A single weak bar flickered once more. She felt anxious. She couldn't waste more time here. Her only hope now rested on the phone. … After Samson went upstairs, he felt a vague sense of frustration he couldn't quite explain. He poured himself a glass of wine. But before he could drink it, his phone rang. Seeing the number, he immediately answered. A report reached his ears from the other end of the line. "Mr. Pryce, it seems… the Nielsens have failed."