The Deathworlders Novels & Stories

Whatever lies on the other side of that opening is worse than anything we have seen. Theo lifts his head slowly, as if he can sense us watching. His mouth curves into a smile. “The war is not over,” I say aloud, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. It is only beginning. This time, we know what we are fighting. Immortal beings who do not fear death. Creatures who will not stop until wolves are either perfected or erased. And somewhere in Alaska, a clock has started ticking. If Theo’s gateway opens, the world we know may not survive what comes through it.

The people who tried to expose what was happening lost careers for speaking up. No one understood how devastating things were until it was too late. Even when hellhounds began killing us, we didn't know they were man-made and a product of science created to save money. With the Shadow Warriors help, we managed to survive the first wave of hellhounds. Now the formaldehyde has attacked the older dead. They're more intelligent and scarier all around, their misshapen bodies slightly more human. Who knows what will happen when the ancient dead awaken?

David followed up with, “Bury the dead and follow us into the mountain to the healer's cabin, in there we will have a plan and we will gather allies for the war that would be coming upon us, make sure your loved ones make it safely through the abyss into the Underworld.” That was not much comfort to the troll. What he knew of the Underworld did not reassure him. The underworld was the land of the dead, the netherworld, from which no one returns. It was said that the mouth of that land was never satisfied and the shades of the dead rested on a bed of maggots where the worm does not die. David mumbled, “The feral and Colton's army attack has been suppressed for a while, but their rebellion h

Even if I won't be able to live long, I should be able to know what I am about to die for. "Fine, I will grant you that request," Ryan said. After clearing his throat, he sat down on the sandy floor beside me and began his speech. "In the beginning, two beings created a dark weapon out of dark magic. Gradually, different murky beings started coming after the weapon as it held unlimited power, granted unimaginable skills, and was the source of immortality. Humans, particularly those in Gaea and Middle-Earth, also known as the Middle Realms, are prone to greed and selfishness. Many people from different nations, races, and clans came for the weapon, but they couldn't beat the two beings that c

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

The villains didn’t just attack randomly. They came with a message. —END OF CHAPTER 4— A single shadowy symbol burned itself into the ground where the villains vanished, and it spelt one word: “AWAKEN.”

The reason for their sudden and extreme reactions to the event wasn’t too difficult to figure out. An Otherworlder was dead. Otherworlders were the Nation’s only chance at facing the Dragons, and losing even one was a significant blow. That realization was enough to make them waste valuable resources to keep the barrier up and running while encroaching on the liberty of the very champions they had previously sucked up to. Desperation was a dangerous thing—especially when mixed with fear. The United Human Alliance couldn't afford to lose any more of the remaining twenty-eight, so they were trying their hardest to do damage control.

Lucas said with regret in his voice. Xavier ran his fingers gently along the edge of my portrait. His lips moved soundlessly, and I leaned closer and heard him whisper, "I'm sorry." But what good was his apology now? I no longer cared about the Lowes. "I'm sorry, Willow. We owe you so many apologies, but we know they mean nothing now. In your next life, I hope you find a family that treats you with the love and warmth you deserve." My vision blurred, and I realized ghosts could cry, too. I gently wiped the tears away from my eyes and felt at peace before my soul faded away.

“I am death itself! You are nothing but life—fragile, weak, temporary!” He lunged at them, his hand outstretched, his touch like death. Cole and Lila fought back, their power merging with the Tree of Life’s, clashing with the Death Weaver’s death energy. The sky filled with light and dark, life and death, their battle shaking the very fabric of the world. Below, the gods and guardians were struggling. The Death Weaver’s creatures were overwhelming them, and more people were falling, their life forces feeding the Death Weaver, making him stronger. The Tree of Life’s leaves began to turn brown, its power fading as death spread across the city.

They swarmed in hordes, eyes glowing with feral hunger, tearing into the defenders with relentless, otherworldly fury. Elian staggered back in his spectral form, horror coiling in his gut. These weren't beasts of his world; they reeked of the void, summoned from cracks between realities, their howls a cacophony that rattled his essence. The warriors fought valiantly—clad in weathered leather and steel, swords flashing in disciplined arcs—but they fell in droves, bodies rent and steaming on the blood-soaked earth.