The Dead Zone Novel Novels & Stories

Scared, angry but they listened. They packed their things. They got in their cars. They drove away. Roman and I stayed behind. We watched. --- The zone formed at sunset. A crack. A rumble. A dome of distorted light. The ground split open. The river stopped. The trees died. The Hollow Zone. It was there. Exactly where I had seen it. Exactly when I had seen it. --- I looked at Roman. He was staring at the zone. His face was pale. His eyes were wide.

Rafael pointed. The wine-red sky was no longer just a color. A thick, violet mist was beginning to rise from the white sands, meeting the red clouds halfway. It wasn't smoke or fog; it was a shimmering, static-filled haze that blurred the edges of the world. "The mist... it’s coming from the ground," Dimas said, his voice trembling. "Is that more mana?" "It’s a system reset in progress," Rafael said, his voice tight. "The Dead Zone is being overwritten. We need to move, Dimas. If we get caught in the middle of a terrain shift, we might end up fused into the rock like Subject 09."

He motioned for me to follow him, and I quickly grabbed my gear and stepped out. “Stay close,” he said, his voice low, eyes scanning the area around us. We moved carefully, staying in the shadows as much as possible. I had read all the reports, analyzed the data, but nothing could have prepared me for the sight that greeted us as we ventured deeper into the zone. The infected were everywhere. They wandered aimlessly, their eyes vacant, their movements jerky and unnatural. Some of them were clawing at the remnants of buildings, while others limped through the streets, dragging their bodies behind them as though they had forgotten what it meant to be human.

I reached for my purse on the right side of my bed and opened it. My feet touched the carpet. They were also cold. I needed something warm. Without another moment to waste, I picked up the air conditioning remote and lowered the temperature. That felt way better. I returned my attention to the purse and pulled out the burner phone. I turned it on, and waited for any message to come in. Then it came. From a familiar number. Only one body was found. The second grave is empty. That didn't sit well. How could only one body be found? I had seen them die. There should have been two filled graves.

Each cough sent waves of pain through my frame, though none of it hurt as much as the pain in my chest did. Just as I was losing consciousness, I saw paramedics rushing in to rescue people. When I woke up again, I was lying in a hospital bed. The room was eerily quiet. Every now and then, I could hear nurses whispering in the hallway outside. "I heard that famous lawyer, Ms. Hudson, is in the room next door. She's keeping her first love company. I never thought someone who looks so cold on TV could be so gentle with her boyfriend!" "Yes, they make such a great couple!"

The dead zones were growing. Kane's latest intelligence reports painted a troubling picture across the crystalline maps that now covered every surface of their command chamber. What had started as scattered anomalies was becoming a pattern—dark wounds in the network's consciousness that seemed to actively resist connection. "Seventeen confirmed locations now," he announced grimly, marking each site with obsidian stones that seemed to absorb the chamber's natural light. "And they're not random. Look at the placement." Mira studied the map while Aurora fussed restlessly in her arms, the baby's silver glow flickering with unusual patterns. The dead zones formed a rough circle, hundreds of miles

The fire was reduced to glowing embers to prevent attracting attention, should there be someone or something in the vicinity, but it was warm enough in the season for them not to need a fire for comfort. Because Kendra was rejuvenated by her extended nap, she offered to take the first watch. Her aunt and cousin were asleep before she’d managed to settle into position for her task. She watched their chests move up and down to the rhythm of their steady breathing and sighed. Regret for not dealing with Rupert in a different way consumed her. She’d grown up in that cave. It may have been small, but it was home. It provided an anchor. It was a sanctuary that offered love and gave them a sense of

She doubted a zombie would be able to locate her there, even an advanced zombie. One of the things about zombies that stayed with them, no matter how much of their thinking and motor skills returned was the fact that they had poor night vision, depth perception, and were color blind. Those factors went in her favor since the opening to the root cellar was beneath a very realistic looking shrub that was attached to the trap door. Its coloring varied from those it was amongst only by the slightest degree and, unless you ran your hand over it, you’d never guess it wasn’t real. Combine that to the fact that it was nighttime, and she felt safe in her selection of hiding places.

There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. I hope that you enjoy Alpha of the Dead. --Sydney

he said as he threw his wallet's contents onto the bed. Darell got up from bed and ran his hands through his hair. Kiara, who had been placed in yet another tragic situation, collapsed to the ground and sobbed. Without even batting an eye, Darell slammed the door shut and left the room. When Darell got his car back, he hesitated to start it. To clean Kiqra's cum off his pants, he pulled out a tissue. His thoughts kept returning to the vampire he had met the previous evening. He struggled to accept the fact that his partner, who had been presumed dead, was still alive.