What Dead May Never Die Novels & Stories

waiting. Because shadows... never die.

She still had lots of things she had not done yet. "Why? Why did you die?" She questioned herself as her eyes misted. She could not believe she had died and not long ago, she was celebrating her victory for escaping death meanwhile she was already dead. Her beloved fans would be really sad, top star May Edwards was already dead. "Why?" She bawled out. "Lady Audree, what is wrong with you? Please, don't cry." The young lady tried to console her although she had no idea why she suddenly started crying.

Step by step, she walked toward everyone. Jayden and everyone around him, including the police, stared wide-eyed. "T-This is impossible! L-Lily's alive?" Lily walked up to Jayden, one step at a time. "Mr. Sanders, take a good look. Who exactly am I?" Jayden stared at her for a long time, then suddenly started frantically tearing at the corpse's thin clothing like a madman. The police officers nearby rushed to restrain him. However, the moment he saw the markings on the body, he collapsed to the ground. "No, that's impossible! Impossible! This can't be happening, it can't be! Zendaya, you set me up! I'll kill you!"

As Grandpa burned them, he murmured through tears, "Ewan, I'm sending you all the things you love, so you won't be lonely over there. My good boy, your life was too bitter this time… In the next life, make sure you open your eyes wide and find a good family. Be a carefree, happy little boy, okay? I'll come to join you very soon…" Looking at his aging back, I wanted to cry. "Grandpa, you have to live a long, long life!" Just then, the young officer arrived at my grave, cradling a bouquet of white daisies. He gently laid the flowers down and offered a salute to my photograph, his eyes red-rimmed. "Rest in peace, young man. The bad guys got what they deserved." Looking at him, I clumsily mimick

My voice failed me there, and I didn’t know how to go on. As I spoke, Rachel reached out to me, touching my shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Serena, we will try our best. But the spirit of Gloria is different, it is something that we have never come across before. I mean you saw her die yet after all these years she still manages to live on.”

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.

After she killed us, Keyla stuffed our bodies into dirt-crusted sacks and tossed us in a sewage ditch. Rain took care of the evidence. If some random scavenger hadn't caught a whiff, we might've stayed lost forever. I wanted to see Edmond's reaction. He pulled on his lab coat and gave a quiet, solemn nod to the corpses. It was the first time I watched him work. First time I saw how he could talk to a corpse for hours but couldn't even say "I'm tired" to me. Like I was some kind of poison that made him shut down.

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.