Prison Of The Dead Novels & Stories

The packhouse was bustling with activity, but I tried to remain inconspicuous as I searched for Hugo. I took a deep breath and stepped into the packhouse. The familiar scent of wolves hit my nostrils, bringing back memories of my time as a prisoner. I cautiously roamed around the packhouse, trying to stay hidden. As I turned a corner, I saw Hugo sitting at the dining table with Dawn and another man I didn't recognize. The aroma of the food they were eating made my stomach rumble, reminding me of the meager meals I had in the forest dungeon. As I was about to call out to Hugo through the mind link, a warrior rushed into the dining room from another angle. He lowered his head in respect for Da

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.

"I've got our whole chat on tape. Tell me the truth, and we'll split the lottery winnings. Lie to me, and I'll have you charged with murder, spending your lottery winnings behind bars for the rest of your life." Brandon's face went white as a sheet. He spilled the beans in a heartbeat. "There's a safe deposit box at Sapphire Ridge Bank. That's where the ticket is! The password? My mom's birthday."

After repeated betrayals, Maria De La Cruz no longer trusted anyone. After three months that Maria De La Cruz had been in the country, she organized the escape of David Del Valle, without his knowledge. The maximum security prison was located in Florence in Colorado County, it was finished in nineteen ninety-four, and has four hundred and ninety individual cells, and are locked in the same twenty-three hours a day, inside each prison room has a concrete bed with a thin mattress and a sheet, a sink, a toilet, a television that shows only religious and cultural programs in black and white, a security camera. They have no contact with the outside except for one hour a day when they go out to en

Especially since I vowed to release him afterward and promised him the best afterlife ever, considering his assistance in saving lives, a martyr’s death, and helping the Crown. Maybe even an immediate rebirth. While I was doing all of this, Jack was standing close to me and simply watching. No cries about the Bright Saint and unholy business, he had other things in mind—like saving his wife. And the ghost told us everything. Yes, there is a dungeon, and yes, there are prisoners inside. An underground passage leading outside? There was one, too, and it started right next to the prison. Are there any traps? Nope, no point in them, just a heavy door with two bolts. It’s well-hidden, but you can

She sighed finally and laid back down on the freezing concrete, her breaths slow and hot. She stared up at the cracked ceiling, thinking and waiting. The words of the female prisoner she interacted with earlier came to her mind: "This prison is part of a vast underground maze. Designed like a puzzle. No matter where you run, it always leads you back here. Only the guards know the true exits. And even if you did escape, you have to be a good swimmer because it's an island surrounded by a deep ocean, filled with crocodiles. Let's say you miraculously got out there. The police wouldn't help you either. The Bloodfang group works with the government. Or rather... the government works for them. No

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