What Dead May Never Die Novels & Stories

“But all she did was sacrifice herself for nothing.” “You killed her,” I said with my voice shaking with rage. “She chose her fate,” the witch said coldly. “And now you will choose yours.” The shadows surged again, closing in around me. But this time, I didn’t back down. “I won’t let you win,” I said, my voice steady. The witch sneered. “You’re too late. The ritual is complete. Serena is dead, and the world will kneel before us.” I clenched my fists, the anger boiling inside me like a fire. “You don’t understand, do you?” I said. “Serena isn’t gone. She’s in all of us. And we won’t stop fighting.”

Edward was dead. He had a heart attack after Jenny enraged him, and despite attempts to revive him, he died on the spot. With a heavy heart, I took care of Edward’s funeral arrangements before immediately calling the police. From that day on, Jenny and Marcus Grange, along with those thugs, would pay dearly for what they had done! In the past, I might have let them off the hook out of respect for Edward. However, now that Jenny had killed the only person protecting her and caused her own father’s death, I would make her suffer a thousand times over!

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

It laughed so hard that even some of the crying stopped — people freezing mid-sob, stunned by the sheer insanity of the sound. I could feel it vibrating through my chest, every note cutting through my ribs. When it finally stopped, it wiped an invisible tear from the corner of its eye and said, still chuckling, “Have you forgotten?” Its grin twisted. “You’re also dead.” The man’s mouth fell open. “W-what?” he whispered, barely audible. The Game Master leaned down until their foreheads almost touched. “Dead,” it repeated, dragging the word out like a lover’s whisper. “Every single one of you. Including you. You died. You’re not alive.”

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

##1 ##1 Shaina, tell me how Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel was defeated? Tell me how the Undead King died? (Ashg.)

Lara said again. May smiled. "If that's the case, then be rest assured that Amby is a dead meat already. I don't understand why she is still alive, but I'm sure those bastard babies in her are dead or will soon be dead as I had been feeding her with the wolf bane so she can lose her pregnancy." May exclaimed and Lara gasped, but she quickly started laughing, so May won't suspect her. "But why?" Lara asked. "I want her to lose everything before I will finally kill her. I want to give her the most painful death ever." May answered, her eyes beaming with so much hatred.

"Luna, this is our joint project with Euronia. Study the process. You're coming with me to negotiations next week." I flipped it open. "Va bene." Mamma handed me a cup of warm water. "Don't push yourself. If you don't want this life, I can take care of you forever." "I can handle it, Mamma." I smiled. "If I survived the slums, I can survive this. Especially with you and Papa." I knew one thing. If I wanted freedom from my past, I had to become stronger. Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate.

Never Again 🌷 “Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” -Anais Nin ~•~ •R O S E C L I N T O N•

“I just don’t understand that, New Girl.” “Understand what?” “That man in there. I couldn’t help overhearing. If I had to watch all my friends die because they couldn’t keep it in their pants, I’d be down on my knees thanking the big fella upstairs every night I was lucky enough to escape safe.” Emily pushed by him and re-entered the corridor. They buzzed through the security door and stepped into the adjoining wing. “In my book, alive is always better than dead,” Mykel said, squeezing antiseptic wash over his hands. “No exceptions.”