Novel & Cerita The Quick And The Dead Novel

I wasn’t sure why, but as the vehicle came to a stop and the door opened, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this would be one of those moments that would change everything. --- We disembarked quickly, our boots hitting the ground with the soft thud of urgency. The air was thick, heavy with dust and the pungent odor of decay. We kept our heads down, moving swiftly through the narrow alleyways and darkened streets. The city had been abandoned for months now, left to rot as the infection spread.

I stayed up in my room reading the black book don gave to me some time last week but i realized it was the translated version of what Claudia told me about. For the hundredth time that day I glanced through the list of allies whose names were inscribed in the book and i was totally lost cause no name seemed familiar and i was frustrated cause I didn't know who I could trust. Fuck everything felt like a dead end. I cursed and raked my hands in my hair. I shut the book and groaned in frustration. I was disrupted by the soft knock of someone. Immediately I figured out it was Esmeralda I hurriedly cleared my bed from the files and other stuff that didn't need to be seen by her.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

I didn't know how much time passed before my body started feeling lighter. When I opened my eyes, I was floating above everything. Had I escaped? Then I looked down. My body was still on the firewood pile. Bruised all over. Neck bent wrong. Head hanging limp like a broken doll. Good news—I'd escaped that village. Bad news—I was already dead. When I got home, Mom was knitting on the couch. Dad stood by the window, anxious. "It's getting late. Why isn't Kaia home yet? What did she say when she called?"

The city woke the next morning to chaos. News headlines exploded with speculation. The celebration of new leadership was overshadowed by a single, haunting question: *Who killed Ethan Cross?* His body was taken for examination, and within days, the answer surfaced—poison. Not accidental. Not natural. Intentional. Lisha was left shattered. Confusion clung to her like a shadow. She replayed the night over and over, searching for something she had missed. He had been fine. He had been smiling. He had been alive.

“His scanner is calibrated to the ambient temperature of the wet concrete. If you drop low, the cold water of the puddle will mask your thermal signature for exactly two seconds before his display recalibrates. The guard on your right is off-balance. He’s putting too much weight on his right heel to avoid slipping in the clay.” A slow, chilling wave of absolute clarity washed over my mind. The panic, the tears, the desperate wife who had begged him to live in that closet —all of it vanished, replaced by the cold, calculating void of the Ghost. "Which one has the radio?" I whispered under my breath, making it look like a quiet, desperate prayer to the men in front of me.

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

While the other dragged Zack's left foot to the lake's dock through the back door. Zack fights to breathe while crawling to resist his grandmother from dragging him down the lake with both hands. When he was wailing on the floor over Jackie's lifeless body, numbness struck his foot when he didn't realize Debbie had shot him. And everything happened so rapidly that he didn't have time to think about it. When he witnessed Jackie's terrible condition, time seemed to stand still for him. And it hasn't yet dawned on him whether anything he's seen is true.

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

"She's brain dead. Time of declaration- 11:43 p.m." Everyone walked out of the room one by one while Violet was crying somewhere in the background, with Kirk consoling her. A few minutes after they were all gone, a nurse walked in and covered me with white cloth. She walked out right after that, but then someone entered almost immediately. I knew it wasn't the nurse because the footsteps were heavy. The figure walked up and stood right next to my bed. He was close. Too close. And then the deep, male voice said. "You deserve this. Once you are gone... immortality will be mine."