The Quick And The Dead Novel Novels & Stories

After the successful completion of a mission, Connor Weston, the youngest patrol division captain of the pack, had fallen into an eternal sleep on that rainy day. … After his death, my soul began to dissipate, like dew evaporating into the air under the morning sun. In my final glimpse, I saw Chris rush into the infirmary. He then fell to his knees and clutched Connor's hand, his shoulders trembling violently. Later, I saw Connor buried beside my grave. Our two tombstones stood close together, as they were always meant to be. I witnessed many pack members come to pay their respects, saying things like, "It was such a shame for a hero like him to die so young."

She just turned on her heel and walked away, her boots crunching through the spreading pool of blood like it was nothing. I couldn’t breathe. I Could Not Breathe. “What the fuck—” I gasped, stepping backward, nearly tripping over my own feet. “What the fuck was that?!” Hoodie Guy’s expression didn’t change. He looked at the dead man, then at the brunette, and finally, back at me. “Bad timing,” he told me quietly. “Bad—?!” My voice cracked. “Someone just—she just killed him!” He sighed, like I was overreacting. “Yeah. That tends to happen in situations like this.”

what would be left of me when he was done? ‎ ‎"We’re entering the Dead Zone," Vance announced, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts. ‎ ‎The convoy slowed down. The two armored SUVs flanking us tightened their formation, boxing us in. ‎ ‎"Why is it called the Dead Zone?" ‎ ‎"Because nothing lives here," Vance said grimly. "Even the birds avoid this stretch. It’s too close to the Butcher’s territory." ‎ ‎The Butcher. ‎ ‎Kaelen. ‎

Death Contract They say that reincarnation may be true because no one in the world can tell what there is in the afterlife. Nor can anyone prove that fictional things are not true. So I, I believe that in this world we have things we don't know but it's better that we just don't know. "I'll borrow this book," I uttered while reaching the book to the Librarian. The book is entitled Death Contract. When I read its description earlier the book already caught my attention. So I took it.

Hundreds of pack members held their breath, waiting for the sacred moment. Everything was exactly as it had been in my past life. But I knew the truth. This honor was a mask for a lifetime of lies. I had died once before. Murdered on a cold winter night by the very boy I had raised as my own son. The feeling of my bones snapping, my soul tearing from my body… the memory was still raw. Now, the Moon Goddess has given me a second chance. I was back, just before my official mating ceremony with Aiden.

They were all going to die anyway. The deaths were the hardest to watch. They came in many forms—some quick, some agonizingly slow. The black hail killed instantly, its toxic particles burning through skin and flesh like acid. Clara watched as a woman collapsed in the street, her body convulsing, her screams echoing through the empty buildings. She died within seconds, her flesh blackening and sloughing away like rotting fruit. Others died of exposure, their bodies slowly shutting down as the cold sapped their strength. They grew drowsy, confused, and eventually slipped into a sleep from which they never woke.

There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. I hope that you enjoy Alpha of the Dead. --Sydney

The particular book appears in front of him as HE gladly reads the title out loud. “Death Resurgence.” As the book opens and the series of the current events begin to flash and flood. HE giggles in HIS utmost amusement, as HE presented. “Well, well, well. Shall we learn the ropes of what lies within the Resurgence?” From the book that deliberately flips and presented the gist of the world that it brings, the words are written and said.

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.

As Heath is about to argue, I hear from behind, “Sorry for the delay. I had to access our new security system. It took me a moment to remember the steps. My name is Dr. Moreno. I understand we are in need of some medical records?” Councilman Charles is the first to speak, “Thank you, Dr. Moreno. Yes, we are here to investigate the death of Rose Clark, mother of Tina Clark, Luna of Golden Frost. We also understand there was another death around the same time of a man who was tortured most viciously.”