Still Alive Novels & Stories

No, no please don’t say it, please don’t fucking say it! “Lucas!” I whisper yelled at him in pain as my eyes started to blur with my tears. He was quick to speak after that as he said tensely while holding on to my hand “She’s alive Alex. She’s not dead, breathe ok? She’s alive I swear on my life” I released several breaths and felt like I was coming up for air after being underwater for a very long time. I clutched into his hand after I was able to control my breathing.

It streamed down not because of mourning, but it's all about Alpha Leo. His eyes are now opened. He was slowly moving from the bed, looking at us. “L-Leo?” Luna Zarina blurted, running to his husband's direction. “You're alive, Leo. You survive!” The happiness from Luna's voice is just obvious, making me smile. I thought I already failed and I never saved his life. But I was wrong. Alpha Leo was able to survive his deadly illness and now, he looks fine. His strength has returned. “What happened to me? Why am I still alive?” Alpha Leo asked between his tears.

But his posture was different now. Stronger. Harder. A man who had been broken and rebuilt. A man who had become something else. “Cassie,” Marcus said softly, “you’re still alive.” I stared at him, my brain refusing to accept it. “You’re alive,” I repeated, like saying it would make it real. Marcus’s jaw tightened. “Of course I’m alive,” he said. “I’ve been alive. I’ve been fighting.” My mind raced. But how? How was he alive?

"Yeah, you heard right, Ale. Your twin sister is still alive and she's somewhere right now. She's fine." No-fucking-way!

she asked. "Yeah," I said. "It's over." But even as I said it, I knew it wasn't true. Because somewhere in the wreckage, Kane was still breathing. Still alive. And until he actually died, the threat remained

"What is it? What did you feel?" Ryan exhaled slowly, the sound shaking slightly. "She is still alive. I can feel her. She is far, but she is there." Caleb nodded once, though his expression remained grim. He leaned against the cold metal wall of the corridor, looking at the flickering fluorescent lights. "That is good. It means we still have a chance." He paused, his gaze dropping to the floor. "It also means whoever has her is not done with her yet. They would not keep her alive this long if they did not need something more from her. They are waiting for something."

No one argued. Dante rose slowly. “Alive?” I looked at him, every soft part of me gone cold. “Alive enough to answer.”

his naturally gruff voice rings out. I breathe out a gasp. Slowly and carefully, I slide up to my feet and approach the window, blinking. “Alejandro is alive. . .” It’s not a question. It’s a statement, a prayer of thanks. The soldier approaches from behind. “Not for long,” he says.

"Why am I still alive? I should be dead." Looking at the gaping hole in his chest, I couldn't argue with him. What is left of his heart is barely connected, and although it is still beating, it is sluggish, much of his blood pouring out onto the floor. It's like something out of a horror movie. How is he still breathing? More importantly, can he be healed?

My eyes widened as I patted my own face and the rest of my body. I'm still alive, aren't I? I can't die yet. thoughts in my mind. My tears started to flow, "I'm still alive, aren't I? You can still hear me and see me, right?" I asked him. "No, you're not alive Lee." "No, you're not alive Lee." I heard him answer so I cried even more. "What!? It's not possible! I can't die yet! What the hell are you talking about?! Take back what you said! If I'm dead, then why are you still seeing me?!" I moaned while crying.