The Dead Are Asleep And Know Nothing Novels & Stories

Adam’s screams fade into a muffled echo, like he’s being dragged underwater and then everything goes quiet. My eyelids grow too heavy to lift. Delilah’s hand catches my head gently as I fall forward. Her voice softens, almost tender. “It’s okay,” she whispers. “I’m here. Just go to sleep…” The last thing I see is her smile. It’s a polished, triumphant one, lingering too long. Then everything goes dark. When I wake, the room is dim, and the curtains are drawn. My body feels dulled. It is quiet in a way that isn’t natural. Part of me feels like my instincts have been wrapped in cotton and shoved into a far-off corner.

Throughout the night, Emily just slept soundly on Death's lap. Death just watched her as she lies down comfortably and peacefully on the pew. From time to time he gently runs his finger on her face. The night went on until the sun says hello again. The light shines outside the chapel where a hearse is currently waiting. Everyone went on to their daily lives again. Emily finally woke up from her deep nap. Upon opening her eyes, she is greeted by the sight of Death's ominous face.

Hopefully, she was realizing it. Then it continued, "This is different. The death is different from sleep. Though, both has the same complexsion. In death, they sleep with eyes shut and lay still just like us. However, sadly they don't wake the next morning or at night. They keep sleeping. They are still and don't even move or hears anyone. That's why, as their finally beds, they are kept in the ground so no one would disturb them. No one wakes them or move away their blankets. They are covered well. They keep sleeping and never wakes up ever." Loathefiya got shocked.

KEIRA The dead don't stay dead when they have something left to say. My bones locked up before I could scream. No warning. No voice dragging me from sleep. Just-impact. One second, I was in the dark. The next, I was inside it. Barefoot. Drenched. Blood soaking up to my ankles like the earth was trying to drink me whole. I didn't remember falling asleep. I didn't remember anything. Wherever HERE was, it bled.

Not that Death needed a good grasp on emotions to do his job. “So I have to memorize them?” I asked. He grinned wickedly. “I hope you enjoy archaic prose.” I sighed. “There goes my weekend...” “Actually,” Samael mused, “if you place them under your pillow, the knowledge will seep into your mind during sleep.” “Hmm,” I said, impressed. I put them in my bag. “Well, I better go-”

Furious, Sylvia kicked my mother on the floor a couple more times. In a fit of panic, I lunged forward to shield my mother’s body. Unfortunately, the heel on Sylvia’s shoe still landed squarely on her form. Hearing my mother’s agonized cries, I came to a belated realization: I was dead. I had been dead for seven years. I was just a wandering spirit and powerless to protect anything. “Sylvia, Charles didn’t abandon you! He...” ‘He donated his organs to you and chose death for himself.’

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.

His warmth steadied me, reminding me I wasn’t alone. Yet the mark burned hotter, pulsing in rhythm with my heart. And in that rhythm, a whisper slithered through my thoughts, soft and poisonous. You cannot stop what is already awake. I blinked hard, banishing the voice, but my stomach turned cold. Because deep down, I knew the truth. The dead had only begun to rise.

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

He felt it was taking something from him. “Jack! Tim! You need to leave this place!” he cried. But they sat hurdled together without any indication that they had heard him. “Come on! Leave or he will kill you! He’s a mad man, the demon himself!” Still, there was no indication that they could hear him. He sat on the ground this time, dejected. Outside, the darkness slowly settled over the city, blurring out the light. **