The Quick And The Dead Novel Novels & Stories

Each one of them would die for the protection of their city. "Affirmative, host." This was the last words on Quickstep's ears before he succumbed once more to the dark embrace of death. "Bouncing balls! Did I die again?!" Quickstep asked the system the moment he woke up. He remembered the pain as he was pierced by both sword and spear. This death seemed even more excruciating than the last. It was his third death already. I will not experience the pain of dying again, Quickstep vowed. "Affirmative, host." The system replied.

Terrence dropped the file he was holding before checking the notification in his mind for the third time. "What? Quinn is dead?" he muttered in a shaky voice. Then, he contacted John to ask about it again. John fell silent for a moment. Staring at my lifeless face on the screen, he slowly replied, "Yes, Terrence. She's dead." Terrence's eyes widened with panic. "She's the female protagonist. She's supposed to be protected by the Narrative. How can she be dead?"

Before he could open his mouth the group of rescued wolves surrounded Ed, pulling the young woman from his arms they carefully laid her down and surrounded her body. A man who looked like he could easily be a force to be reckoned with if only his body had not fed on its own muscle to stay alive looked up at Ed with tired glazed eyes, “her life for ours, we will keep the dead safe,” he assured the Quicksilver hunters and then turned back to the lifeless body carefully laid out on the ground as every exhausted, starved, scared, and beaten wolf looked up toward the open sky and took a breath before letting loose mournful howls and cries for their own injustices and the ones the dead woman at th

Any death was awful and I knew that Thomas and Sam would hold onto those deaths more than was warranted. What I wasn’t prepared for was the sight of the dead bodies. Five bodies lay in a heap. The top body had a dagger pressed into their chest cavity and attached was a white piece of paper with a note: “ Dearest Quinn, I think it’s only fitting, now that we’ve met, that we have a family reunion. I'll see you in five days.” Five bodies, five days. His message was clear, war was on our doorstep. —— *** Author Note: sorry for the late sporadic updates guys! I promise more is to come. If you like the story, please help me out by rating or commenting or writing a review! ***

Then, the chain hit Quincy’s body, causing her to vomit blood as she was thrown back from the vibration. The energy was terrifying, shocking Quincy and also making her feel hopeless. ‘I can’t even defend against one technique from the King of the Dead. Do I really have to die here today?’ “I gave you a chance, but you did not take it. Don’t blame me!” The corner of the King of Death’s lips lifted in a smirk as slowly walked towards Quincy. “Princess Long!” dozens of South Cloud World royal guards shouted as they rushed over. However, the King of the Dead was not bothered by royal guards at all. Instead, he waved his hand casually and the King of Death’s Chain sprung out like a poisonous snak

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'd never heard of anyone dancing right before they died. Soon, they arrived at the young man's home. There was only an elderly, gray-haired woman still living there. She was the deceased young man's mother. Once Darren explained their purpose, the old woman opened the door and let Cassian and the others inside. Cassian carefully asked her about her son's death, and it turned out to be pretty much the same as Darren had described. The young man had died abruptly, but just before that, he'd danced for a while.

After that day, I never saw Emery again. Sasha's case caused a media storm due to its severity, and she was sentenced to death with immediate execution. Meanwhile, I was busy arranging a funeral for the two innocent children. In my previous life, Emery had managed to save them in time. This time, they could not escape their own mother's cruelty. On the day of the funeral, I stood before their graves with their favorite stuffed animals in my arms. I spoke softly to them. I prayed that they would be blessed with parents who truly loved them in their next lives.

… I had been pacing in boredom outside the operating room when suddenly I felt my body being disturbed. A second later, I was back at the estate, in the bedroom where I had died. A blood-curdling scream tore through the house. Willow Trump, the housekeeper, stumbled down the stairs, nearly tripping over herself as she grabbed Jake's arm in a panic. "Ms. Bartlett! S-she—she's dead!" Jake's expression changed. Shoving Willow aside, he bolted up the stairs. By now, my body had begun to decompose. The stench of rot filled the air, and Jake instinctively covered his nose, his face twisting in disgust.

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.