The Land Of The Beautiful Dead Novels & Stories

"I thought this place was supposed to be beautiful?" Renny glanced up to see what he meant, shock covering her face. The Summerlands were now a dark, gloomy place, the green vegetation rotted and decayed, the grass turned to muck. Renny stared, unsure of what had happened to the Land of the Dead. "Did I bring us to the wrong realm? How the hell did we arrive in the Nether?"

I pitied the land now really; I could almost hear it groaning, grunting, wishing for an escape from the hands of death and nothingness, decay that clung like rot. "Something the entire pack will be like soon…" I muttered finally, cloaking our voices with magic in case any guard from the pack was loitering about. Isla's eyes dragged from the desolation, landing on me with a flicker of unease. "What happened here though? It's too…" "Deathful." "Yes, that." Her lips twisted. "If that's an English word, I think it would best describe this place." She wasn't wrong. "How many souls were lost here?"

The Deadlands was a special region within the Outlands. The place had long been shrouded in black radiation clouds, and it was perpetually dark and heavy. Nothing grew on the ground. As far as the eye could see, there were only pitch black mountains on the horizon, and all around them lay deathly silence and decay. At this moment, on the vast open plains, a violent gust of wind suddenly swept across the land. Several small beasts that had come out to forage squealed and tucked their tails, scrambling back toward their nests.

“Ma’am, we can show you a photo first, so you can confirm whether it’s your daughter. It’s just… when we found her, she had been dead for three days, and the body had started to decompose. You should prepare yourself.” With that, he pulled out a photo from the scene and handed it to her. In the picture, a small, blood-soaked body—mine—was curled up on the bed in an unnatural position. My colorless lips and my sickly, bluish-purple skin told her one thing: I was dead. Mom’s eyes widened. At last, she could no longer lie to herself and burst into tears. “How could this happen? How could this be? She was fine just a few days ago. How could she be dead? Daisy, you cursed child, you’re just like

She was so angry and cursed him and Wan out. What in front of him was nothing but a wasteland. And if he wasn’t mistaken, he knew this land too well. According to the description in the book, this place used to be a grave. “Country D.” There’s nothing within his vicinity. His eyes couldn’t pick a single decent form to make him understand everything or anything, in that matter. No humans. No living things. It was just a wasteland all around. “This is getting comical.” He brushed his hand against his hair while the other hand rubbed on his bare skin. “What the!!!”

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.

I tried to at least talk to her, but the Deads on the border never let me in their territory. They claimed the No Man’s Land as theirs, establishing a pack of their own, with OUR Luna as their leader. It’s now the Undead Land, as people call it. Other packs have tried reaching out to them, too, but with no results. They have completely cut themselves off from everyone.

"Kid, who's the earthbound immortal outside?" Chad quickly replied, "It's Hansen Kara from Karamon." Meran looked puzzled and asked, "What's he here for?" Chad hurriedly explained, "Someone named Landry Wilt wants to use a Dead Man's Piece in exchange for the opportunity to become an immortal ghost!" Meran got up when he heard that. His deep red robes fluttered, and the sinister aura of his body was terrifying. "A Dead Man's Piece is like a badge of the underworld! He has worn it for two years and has less than a hundred days left to live—"

Walked into the forest with the weight of one more death added to the count I was keeping. Mira. The tracker. How many more before this ended? My hand found my stomach, pressing against the swell there. The baby kicked once, firm and insistent. *I'm sorry,* I told them. *I'm so sorry you're being born into this.* But I wasn't sorry enough to stop. Wasn't sorry enough to go back. I was just sorry I was good at it. ******* The Deadlands earned their name. We crossed into them three days after the mill, after sleeping rough and eating rougher and always, always staying ahead of the hunters I could feel closing in behind us. The moment we stepped over whatever invisible line separated living ter

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."