Prison Of The Dead Novels & Stories

Dozens of them, detailing every aspect of the dungeon operations. My fingers found the one I wanted. The incident report from a few hours ago. Prisoner 247 attacked Prisoner 891 in the labor yard. Prisoner 891 defended himself. Prisoner 247 deceased from injuries sustained. Cause of death: broken neck and severe head trauma. But that dry, clinical description did not capture what actually happened. I had spoken to the guards who witnessed it. Heard their accounts of how my brother moved faster than should have been possible, hit harder than any omega could, killed the strongest fighter in my dungeon with his bare hands.

According to the stories we just needed to out trick them which I had planned to do but Dalia didn't even let me think. "Two pretty she wolves for our collection! The bones will look so nice next to the others!" They clapped their hands clearly excited about that depressing thought. They giggled more as they tossed the key piece down to us. It landed with a dull thunk next to Dalia's head. "There's your prize, pretties! Much good it will do you down there!" I looked around our prison. The pit was maybe ten feet deep with smooth walls that would be impossible to climb. No handholds, no roots to grab onto. Just us, some scattered bones that I really didn't want to think about too hard, and app

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.

He looked like he had sprinted through the manor, his shirt disheveled, eyes wide with urgency. "Silas," he choked out, ignoring the intimacy of our position, his voice hoarse and edged with panic. "We have a problem. The prison... They found a body in the rubble of the laundry room. And the DNA results just came back.” The words hung in the air, a new shadow descending over our fragile victory, but in that instant, I knew the game had only just begun.

For instance, there was no way to undo regret or get my life back. Soon, the sounds of police sirens filled the air. Several police officers then approached the scene, taking in the bizarre sight. There was a man in tattered clothing trying to slip checks into a private hospital's paramedic's clothes, a horribly frozen corpse in a curled-up position, and my ledger notes scattered on the ground—notes in which I asked Mom and Dad to sell my organs for money. The officers quickly secured the scene and began checking everybody's identification as usual. "Alright, show me your ID! Who is the dead person here? And what do all these notes on the ground mean?"

They were 'buried together' for eternity. As for the real Stellan and Daphne, that was another matter entirely. … The dungeon beneath the Montclair estate was damp and bitterly cold. Stellan was chained to the wall with his limbs spread wide, unable to move an inch. The death-feigning potion had worn off, but his body was far from recovered. His skin was so pale it was nearly translucent. Daphne was locked in the cell next door, curled up in the corner, shaking uncontrollably.

He looked just like our father, with the military haircut, dark blue eyes and constant scowl on his face. He turned on his heels and walked to the door, opening it and I was right behind him as we walked through the prison. It was entirely silent, the guards were all passed out and lying on the ground, the prisoners were also lying on the floor, and it seemed like everyone was dead which I wouldn't put pass my brother. He was just that sadistic. "Did you kill them all?" I asked him as we walked through the silent hallways, our shoes echoing against the tiled floors.

I run toward Theo as he falls to the ground. “Theo ,” I scream with tears rolling down my face. I watch as he smiles at me before his eyes close. “No, you can’t leave me. Wake up, Theo !” I scream for him to wake up but get no response. I shake his body, screaming and crying for him to answer me, but nothing. I look at his hands that have no skin left on them. He burnt his hands so bad I can almost see his bones. “Ekaterina, get us out of here,” Mom says as we hear footsteps approaching. They must know Mom has been freed from her cell. I hope Mason is fine.

Woods said a quick, silent prayer, hoping that the big southern girl didn’t freeze her ass off on her way up to the Pearly Gates. Thirty simple seconds tick-tocked on by, and despite the electric crackle of expectancy in the air, Mama Metcalf remained well and truly dead. Even her blood had stopped flowing, ruby diamonds on a cigarette-butt strewn patch of land. The old woman across from her, Wanda Mabry, would also never move again. Her index finger was curved inwards as though still depressing an invisible trigger that shot invisible bullets of hatred at a sky that would never die. Sirens sung in the distance. When the hospice alarm was activated an automatic call out was prompted to the f

We went to the left side of the estate then to the underground prison . " Fvck " I cursed as Grace led me in . " Donna " the men bowed . " Madam " the greeted me and I just gave a nod as i followed Grace . " Let me out of here .....! Let me out you monsters you killers" I heard Anna's screams ...! There where other prisoners as we walked passed ... Some human skulls and skeleton . Indeed the Deluca's are Dangerous ,these people have lots of secrets that we don't even know . Grace opened the cell and there she was .