The Dead #2 Cover Novels & Stories

we are here. I opened doors at the same time Vince did it too. Three kids. Two boys and one girl was laying on the ground under shrub even if it was impossible to say who was who, only long girls' hair and clothes managed to put away a veil of unknowing. Their bodies were dry they looked like mummies. On their faces were frozen smiles. My poisons made their death feel like heaven because of that they died with a smile on them and it froze even after death. One more gift to a death god...he was there...he knew it that I will break...and he was angry that I waited so long. And he will be angrier about what I will do. -"Make a cross" Vince looked at me surprised. "No, make three crosses and pu

She opened the box and saw a DVD cover. She pulled it out and read the title. 'Together' On the cover, an image of a familiar looking man along with a boy who also looked awfully familiar. She couldn't really put her finger on who it was. She looked at the back of the cover and read the information. "Benjamin Frost?" she whispered to herself in shock. She thought she heard a door open. So she put away the DVD cover and placed the box back in its place. She walked out the room to see the master bedroom door being closed. She walked into the room and found Damien sitting on the bed. She sat beside him and held his hand.

she stammered. I stepped into the ward, where Brandon lay under a stark white sheet. Melissa moved to block me, murmuring some excuse about sparing me the pain. However, I was not having any of it. I gently nudged Melissa to the side and drew back the sheet from Brandon's body. There he was, lying on the hospital bed, his cheeks flushed and his face peaceful—hardly the image of a dead man. I shook him and called his name, but he would not stir. Something was off. Without hesitation, I dialed the crematorium. "Hello. My husband has passed, and I need to arrange for his cremation immediately."

Her white lab coat is a dull gray, with strange red spots on it. "I've perfected Zomb. And I'm so eager for you to meet Asio."

The breeze stopped blowing after about two minutes, and Jayden looked inside the casket. He was fascinated by how fresh the bloody body of a woman was staring back at him. The others all took a step back, terrified by what they saw. Jayden told the people who had gotten closer after realizing it was just a dead body and they had nothing to fear from it, "Guys, I think she just died and was just buried." All of them were now focusing on the recently deceased body. One of the girls, Vivian, sat down to touch the body and said, "I think so too."

Sage stopped him with a trembling voice and he moved his feet towards the bed, walking past Simon who wore a grim expression. Sage's eyes fell on the lifeless form of his mother and sister, his mind reeling in denial. He searched for any sign of life, but there was none. He reached out a hand to touch Lady Phoenix's cheek and with a shaky hand, he touched Simone's hand. They were both cold to the touch and the reality hit him. They were both dead, murdered. He could see the part where Lady Phoenix had been staked and the neck where Simone had been slaughtered. He didn't want to believe it at first and had hoped they were still somehow, alive, but that doesn't seem to be true. He felt suffoca

While she flaunted the gifts she received from Peter, she also took photos of me in my unsightly condition. Her captions only got snarkier with every post. "Can someone tell me when she'll be meeting her maker?" "Spending a dead person's money delightfully. It's time to be extravagant." "How can one torment someone in a vegetative state without leaving a trace?" Flustered, Selena tried to tear the papers up. "Bitch, you fabricated these!" I watched her calmly as she tore at the papers like a madwoman. "Tear them up all you want. I've made copies of them."

The scar where they took my liver still ached faintly. My dad let out a heavy sigh. "Noah, I'm telling you one last time. My daughter is dead. Believe it or not. Now get out of my house, or I'm calling the police!"

Squinting her eyes, she realized that the transparent thing looked very similar to her, the only difference was the golden halo above the head. "If she's dead… Why don't I have a golden halo-like her's?" Tang Yazhu muttered when suddenly, a thought came to mind. According to the books and movies that she has read thus far, there was such a thing as "possession." This ignited her heart and loosened the tight grip that has been on her heart since she died. "Since she's dead now, does that mean that I can possess it?!" With that thought in mind, a flicker of hope shined in her eyes. Without delay, she arrived at the dead female body even faster than the Flash.

The cover was embossed with a symbol that looked like a twisted, enraged claw mark. Nate crossed the room, the ghost sense of Kieran’s touch still tingling on his skin. He stood beside his chair, close enough to feel the warmth coming from him, and peered down at the pages. The script was old, but the images were brutally clear: depictions of wolves, but different. They were monstrously big, their musculature exaggerated and vicious, with four separate, scary sets of fangs in their gaping maws.