Prison Of The Dead Novels & Stories

The people of the Dead Land pack were subsequently banished to the desolate Underland, where they struggled to survive. "Is Levi dead?" "Alpha Levi is immortal; beyond reincarnation, his soul and spirit will not fade away. He will return when the time is right." The little wolf sat beside her, wagging its tail, "When will he come back, Master... I'm scared to death..."

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."

He slowly walked around the ground floor, ducking into darks corners or into closets when he heard footsteps approaching. Soon enough, he came across a thin set of stairs, heading down into a stone floor. He checked the hallway again before sneaking down the stairs, on the lookout for anybody around. He was definitely in the right place, the room had 4 cells in it with iron bars. It had no light, except for the torchlight beaming down the stairs. He could barely see in front of him as he snuck further into the room. Small slats at the top of the cells showed the moonlight creeping in from the street. He could see brown stains running down the wall from the slats, pointing out the sewage that

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

"Is that so? I am just one step away from happiness. This is my last chance to become happy in this broken life of mine. I will not allow you to ruin it." After saying that, she approached me and wheeled me into the fire escape. I watched as the wheelchair neared the stairs. "Are you planning to kill me?" I asked. Upon letting out a long exhale, Selena released her grasp slowly. "That's nonsense. It was just a slip of the hand." My wheelchair started rolling forward on its own as Selena guffawed. Right before my wheelchair would roll down the stairs, I held the brakes. While propping myself up on the wheelchair, I rose to my feet.

He chose the quick, dark finality of death over the agonizing pain of a prolonged interrogation. "Peter!" I shouted, dropping the man's shirt and taking a swift step back. The prisoner's body began to convulse with terrifying force. His eyes rolled back into his skull, showing only the whites. Thick, white foam bubbled past his lips, dripping down his chin and staining the dark fabric of his clothing. His legs kicked out wildly against the concrete floor. The violent movement tore the fresh stitches in his ruined knee, sending new streams of blood spilling across the gray stone.

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?"

In this life, consider it a debt repaid. Finally, on a night one month later, Stellan died. When he went, his lips were still moving. I had to lean close to make out the word. It was Ansel's name. I stood in the doorway of the cell for a long time without speaking. Then, I had his body wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into the common burial ground. It was not an act of cruelty. He simply did not deserve more than that. Daphne died a few days later. She starved to death. From beginning to end, I never went to see her again.

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.

He’s choking the life out of me. “I’m going to kill you for trying to deceive me. You’re not her,” he says, increasing the pressure on my neck. I try to release my claws, but they won't come out. It's like I’m a human right now. I wonder what spell was cast in this cell to make me human. I can feel my airflow reducing with every passing second that he continues to choke me. This is how I die? I didn't even get to fight first. My vision gets blurry when I suddenly hear someone coming to my aid.