The Unquiet Dead A Novel Novels & Stories

This so called demons don’t want me to take a breather. I can’t even enjoy my best festive season. From fighting Gyllou to trying to save the town from impending doom —again. This is tiresome. Let’s get on with this, shall we? THIS IS THE WAY THE WORLD ENDS; NOT WITH A BANG OR WHIMPER, BUT WITH ZOMBIES BREAKING DOWN THE BACK DOOR ➔ AMANDA HOCKING, HOLLOWLAND When everyone is sleeping with their loved ones, one crazy ass person stands alone in the middle of the night at the cemetery about to raise the dead. Jessica stands at the centre of the cemetery holding a dirty scroll and bottle she got from Abaddon

"Mr. Chapman, you have an urgent delivery that needs your signature." I was surprised since I had not ordered anything online recently. I thought it might be something for Carol, so I quickly turned off the stove and headed out. However, just around the corner, a hand clamped over my nose and mouth, and everything went fuzzy. When I came to, I was tied up in an abandoned basement with a man grinning maliciously at me. "Nelson, I've got you now." I was stunned as I stared at him. "Alfred, what's this all about?"

And yet… I still pulled the trigger. I felt nothing. Not even the satisfaction I thought I’d feel. Just emptiness. I stared at the man’s lifeless body on the floor, the blood pooling beneath him. I hadn’t even noticed when my hands started shaking. I gripped the gun tighter, trying to steady myself, but it didn’t work. 11 SABRINA The world around me felt hollow, muted, as if I was listening to it through a thick fog. The cold steel of the gun in my hand felt heavier now.

“A person I want to punch as hard as I did with the bag, if not worse. But this time, he'll bleed. Not me.” His tone had changed at the last words. A shard of fear cut through Emily's chest. At the same time, her brain signaled two words… Sick psychopath. Yes. That was how Rex Hale sounded… like a sick psychopath. Just then, he chuckled—a low, smug sound—like he could hear what was going on in her head . “What? Did I scare you?” he asked, voice dark as his gaze swept over her curled-up body on the floor . And all of a sudden, Emily realized she had let go of his hands and was now a few inches away from him .

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.

Then reaches for the wrapper, licks a smear of chocolate from the inside, and looks away like she hasn’t seen him do it before. She says nothing. That is becoming a skill. Outside, the city has changed voices. The first day was sirens and screaming. The second was breaking glass, car alarms, distant gunshots. Now there is a quieter sound underneath everything. Shuffling. Waiting. The dead aren’t fast. That’s the one mercy. They gather where noise happens and stay there, patient as unpaid debt.

My heart skipped. I moved closer, scanning the titles until one name leapt out at me like a struck nerve. Dead Viles… The moment I read it, my stomach twisted to nausea. I pulled the text free and opened it, my fingers trembling despite myself. Unlike Lunareeth, this book was filled with dense writing, diagrams etched in faded ink, and warning seals pressed into the margins. Dead Viles. A deadly, ancient poison. I started reading about it, and the more I read, the more my heart shuddered with a cold chill…

My bad habit was curling my toes when I was anxious. Why? I didn't move again. I stayed still. Maybe they would go away. I was done. There was no way now. "She looks dead though." It was another soldier. "Who could survive after falling from that height?" I wanted to give a thumbs up to that soldier. "What if it's an undead?" The first soldier asked with a trembling voice. "The undead city isn't far from here." Undead city? There was no such mention in the novel. Then again, the novel focussed too much on the female lead's love life.

It was late, and Joanna was likely already asleep. Still, the silence gnawed at him. Why hadn't she called or sent a message all day? It was unlike her. Before his unease could settle further, a technician called out, urging him inside. With a sigh, Henley quickly typed a message explaining the situation and hit send. But even after changing into sterile gear and stepping into the morgue, his phone remained silent. No reply. The body had already been retrieved from the freezer. As the zipper of the body bag slid open, the face inside was revealed—a grotesque, distorted visage.

He flipped the light bar off, plunging us back into the grey dimness of the storm. "You're getting good at that," he said, his breathing finally beginning to level out. "At what?" "At the 'Dirty' work," Enzo said. I looked down at the Red Ledger. My knuckles were white where I gripped the leather. I wasn't the "Boring" girl who worked for a tech startup anymore. I was the woman who had just blinded a man so her husband could ram a truck. "It says here... 'The Quiet,'" I read, squinting at the page as a neon sign from a passing liquor store illuminated the text. "What is 'The Quiet'?"