The Dead #2 Cover の小説・ストーリー

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

I slapped a hand over my mouth, hot tears carving silent tracks down my cheeks. As the Alpha of the Winterstone Pack, Billy's senses were unnervingly sharp. He already knew something was wrong. "He's not dead," I whispered, my voice barely a breath. "Ford isn't dead, Billy. It was Aiden." The line was silent for three seconds. "Are you sure?" "I heard him myself," I bit my lip. "He let Aiden die for him, and now he's hiding right under my nose, pretending to be his own brother."

Dead Silent! BOOK 2 ON THE WAY!! (Vengeance on the cruel Alpha King ) -THE END-

The cover really surprised me because it was only one golden embedded word written on it and that scared the heavens out of me. The cover spelled out, 'DANGER'.

The Dead is in his wolf form, with blood dripping from his stomach, and the warrior is breathing heavily with scratch marks all over his naked torso. “What’s going on here?!” Leo roars after putting me down. The wolf shifts back when he notices us and my eyes are immediately covered by Leo’s hand. “Beast.” The Dead bows his head as he greets me. “What happened here?” I calmly ask. Leo lets me handle this, knowing I’m in charge of the Deads. “He pulled a silver knife on me. We were not supposed to use weapons.” He snarls, but I can tell his anger is not directed at me.

My eyes skated over the photos before they darted to Liam's face, "In this way, you will know who exactly to watch out for and it's every single one of them." "All of them?" "Yes." He nodded, "Except for the one with name crossed out with red ink. That means they're dead." I longed to speak. My fingers were clutching the edge of the paper as my eyes landed on the last portrait on the last page. The first thing I noticed was the absence of red ink, which meant the person was still alive and breathing. I really wasn't sure how should I feel about this. The second that black and white portrait of his came into view, I didn't need those hair and eyes to be in color to recognize them.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

Press it lightly against my chest. There it is. That second pulse. Not painful this time. Not sharp. Just… there. Steady. Present. Like something alive. I frown slightly. My fingers press a little more. It doesn’t go away. Draven is dead. The thought comes quietly. Not as loud as before. Not as sharp. Just… there. He’s dead. I swallow. My throat feels tight. You said it yourself. You accepted it. My fingers curl slightly against my shirt.

starlight. They woke up on the balcony of the modern keep. The "Golden Threads" of the Prequel were gone. The "Sepia" was a memory. But the North was not quiet. From the sky, a massive "Notification" appeared—not a prequel, and not a sequel. BOOK TWO: THE ECLIPSE OF THE DEAD—OFFICIAL LAUNCH. Kaelen looked at the sky and saw the "Dead Moon" returning. But this time, it wasn't grey.

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish