The Land Of The Beautiful Dead Novels & Stories

"My man isn’t dumb." Rolling her eyes, Kim made a gagging noise due to Marissa’s public display of affection. Behind her, Thomas just watched in annoyance while Ace examined the area around us. "Where is this exactly?" he muttered. "Everything is…" "Dead," I finished for him, beginning to take in the barren earth beneath our feet and the remains of what were once trees. "This is the plane of the dead." "So we are in hell?" Kim asked, seeming genuinely excited. "You know, I’ve always been told to go there."

Nico asked Mia Mia turned back to look at Nico, “Ares didn't tell you?” She asked. “He only said something about the vale.” She shrugs, “Yeah, we're in the vale; this is the land for the dead.” She further explained. “What?” Rissa yelled, “So are we dead?” She asked. Mia chuckles a little, “No, silly, this is the land of the dead, but there are people who live here too that aren't dead yet.”

“She's my lady.” “That's so... charming.” Quick as lightning, the blade was pressed against my throat. I gasped, feeling the hair-thin edge dig into my flesh ever so lightly. “And you know what's even more charming? A dead girl. Especially if that girl was a pain while alive. They're beautiful as corpses- just like a rose. Blood-red and silent as the grave.” “I actually pre- prefer freesia. Roses are cliché-”

I grabbed Reed, yanked him closer to myself, and leapt out of the tunnel. For the first time in four years, the cool, gentle morning breeze blew my long silver hair back. I survey my surroundings and everywhere is full of desert sand. The sight in front of me made me shed tears, and I shook my head in pity. Just like Ryan said earlier, Gaea is ruined. It was like a D-Day battle occurring again. Even from afar, I can see the desert sand burning with fire, with dead bodies littered all around the floor.

My landlord's name was Leah Burke. She was in her early 20s and had a smoking hot body with delightfully smooth skin. Leah often donned dresses of various designs. Whenever she passed by, I could vaguely see the lacey texture of her underwear. It had been almost a month since I moved in, but she never greeted me whenever we saw each other. She was quite a standoffish beauty. This afternoon, I signed a big business deal. It delighted my boss so much that he had me get off work early as a reward. Little did I expect to see my gorgeous landlord outside my apartment door.

I knew better; the fish I gave her was boneless. Jane's lips trembled as she tried to steady her voice, "That's because the nurses cleaned her up before they brought her here." "Cleaned her up, huh?" My voice turned icy. "Then answer me this: after death, the body cools, starting with the limbs." I pressed down on my daughter's rigid arms and belly. "So why is her stomach colder than her arms and legs?" I yanked up her sleeve to reveal more than just cold skin. "Livor mortis already? That was fast."

I didn’t want to make excuses or blame anyone else, either. The responsibility belonged to me, and I was going to carry it. I folded the document, then looked directly at Lily. “Blood Moon has considered execution, but death is mercy,” I revealed, and a ripple ran across the crowd. Lily finally looked up, and I could see the fear evident in her eyes. I knew why she was scared, though, because she knew exactly what was coming. The Deadlands. It was a supernatural wasteland beyond recognized pack territories. A place wolves whispered about but rarely discussed openly.

When everything failed all these years with too much betrayals, so many deep and dirty secrets that were revealed and massive amounts of unforgivable lies that all of us have been through, I still consider them as pieces that were beautiful despite being the ugliest things that I have ever been through in my entire life. They were those kinds of moments that I would still consider beautiful despite the ugliness in it because those ugliness wouldn't help us in achieving something so beautiful that even I didn't expect would still happen. It's still beautiful in such a way that it helped me finally reach the end of something that I had with Hugo long ago that was suppose to be beautifully unfi

Hell is empty, and the devils are here. Elena stared at the ravaged landscape, the words echoing hollowly in her mind. "So, this is how it ends," she could help but whisper as she stared at her surroundings. The once-clear blue sky was now a violent tapestry of crimson and obsidian. Lush meadows were replaced by a macabre tapestry of scorched earth and countless corpses, a charnel ground fit for the damned. Buildings, the pride of a thousand-year reign, crumbled like sandcastles under an unseen assault.

Her chest heaved up and down heavily and she was losing it. She couldn't bear to look him in the eyes anymore as her eyes shut on their own. Hamza dipped his face down and gave a gentle kiss on the hollow between her collarbone and the throat. "M..m...mujhe m..m...maar den...." (k...kill me.. me...) she was whispering in a low fading voice. She wants to die. This world was a cold place. She was tired. So tired. She wants to go back to her mom and ask her why she even birthed her in this wicked world. She didn't want to live.