The Dead Are Asleep And Know Nothing Novels & Stories

“I have never heard of you before. I never knew the Moon Goddess had a daughter.” “She has many children who are the ancestors of all werewolves. We are the gods and goddesses that you all worship alongside our mother.” “Wow… why am I seeing you now? Am I dead?” “No, you’re not dead yet. You’re in a deep sleep.” “You mean like a coma?” “If that’s what you call it, then yes.” I looked around me fearfully. There was nothing to be seen but endless darkness. “How do I get out of here?”

I’m scared of what I’ll do if I fall asleep. I rock back and forth, whispering, “Stay awake, Flora. Stay awake.” Because if I sleep, it all ends. Because if I sleep, everyone dies.

"Please. Don't leave me alone here." They say that when you die everything starts to go dark. Then all the noise begins to fade away into the night. And finally, once everything has vanished, you, your consciousness, it starts to slip away too. Then there is silence and nothingness. No sensations. Nothing to remind you that you are still alive. No beating of your heart. Nothing. You are just...gone.

•|•|• Adeline, do you not know that you have saved me from eternal damnation? My soul only rests in your embrace. Without it, I am not a man, not even beast, I become things unknown. I devolve into nightmare and shadow. I become—wrath entirely. •|•|• [KAYOS ADREN PRIME] The Black Death deforms into a cloud of smoke, shadow, and night, descending the outer walls of the Night Court in broad daylight from the High Window.

Shouldn't I be panicking, standing on the brink of death? Instead, I felt a peace, a calmness I'd never known before. This is how I die, at peace, gazing at the moon. Darkness slowly enveloped me, but my eyes remained fixed on the moon. So beautiful. As my consciousness faded, a face appeared. "Mother?" I whispered, bubbles escaping my lips. I let the darkness pull me under, embracing death as it claimed me. *** "Silly girl, it's too early to sleep." "But I'm tired, mum. Please let me sleep."

"Any longer and that vile woman is going to get my son killed!" I did not reveal myself right away. I stood in the shadows beneath the corridor eaves and watched the whole farce play out. The moment the coffin lid came loose, a thick medicinal smell filled the air. Stellan lay inside, his face white as paper, his chest perfectly still, but his skin had not yet stiffened. The potion had not worn off. He was simply locked in a state of deep, false death. "Doctor, please! Check on my son!" Dr. Pemberton stepped forward, pressed two fingers to Stellan's wrist, lifted one eyelid, then spoke in a low voice. "No need to panic, my lady. The potion is still in effect. He'll wake on his own within sev

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

At the bottom sat a single unfamiliar name, and above it, written in dark ink, were the words: We already know he speaks with the dead.

he stopped when he felt someone tugging through his mind. He snarled lowly, angry for being disturbed when he had ordered that no one should disturb their privacy. "What!" he barked out "ehmm—" he heard Zeke hesitated voice. "Talk!" he growled. "You need to see something urgently," he could hear the panic in his beta voice. "What is it?" he asked, slowly rolling his sleeping mate to another side of the bed as he abruptly stood up, picking a shirt from the nightstand. "The cemetery—" Zeke gulped nervously, "The dead have risen."

"Hand over Valerie, or you can watch this little bastard melt in the silver poison." My husband, Alpha Gideon, locked our daughter in a deadly silver cage, his hands choking my neck as he viciously threatened me. All of this was for his lover, the Omega wolf, Valerie. No matter how I explained that I hadn't even touched Valerie, he wouldn't listen. I fell to my knees and begged him, but he still pressed the button to release the poison. Watching our daughter's little face turn purple, he said coldly, "Don't play me for a fool. I saw the DNA report. She's not my daughter. I don't care if she dies." By the time I finally rushed Mia to the hospital, it was too late. I wanted to leave with Mia's