What Dead May Never Die Novels & Stories

The world was slipping further into chaos with every passing day. As the fever continued its relentless march across the globe, people’s hopes dwindled like fading embers in a storm. The news cycle never stopped—each report more devastating than the last. The headlines screamed of cities collapsing under the weight of the infected, of hospitals overwhelmed, of the dead piling up faster than they could be buried. I watched it all unfold in a kind of surreal fog, my mind struggling to process it. In the midst of all this devastation, I was forced to reckon with something I’d never expected: the fact that I was immune.

"DO IT NOW! I want every minute accounted for!" Three hours later, the Beta returned with a stack of files. "Alpha, we found something… strange," he said, setting the files down, his expression grim. "The night before she died, the Luna went to the family's secret altar." My head snapped up. "The altar? What was she doing there?" "The security footage shows—" the Beta paused. "She performed a forbidden Life Weaver ritual." My blood ran cold. "What ritual?" "She used her own power," the Beta said softly, "to place the pup's life force into a magical stasis."

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 � �𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. – 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙠 𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙢𝙖𝙣. *** "But... I want to ask you something... first... If I die here... would you really come and... punish God for creating... misunderstandings amongst us, sis?" Krishna whispered in a pain filled voice and winced, Maya felt her blood freezing and her heart stopping right at that moment.

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

That had possibilities, if it wasn’t all crap. The old man at the front, a bundle of wild whiskers and armpit hair long enough to braid, wiped his nose on his Grateful Dead shirt and thumbed through the book. The image on the shirt caught Jon’s eye. It was a skeleton in blue, carrying a bindle in one hand and a red rose in the other. Arms outstretched, head upwards, it was about to step off a cliff. There was something there. The red rose— “This is kind of a collector’s item,” the old man said, distracting him.

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

Why would there be a cemetery inside a forest? He stepped inside and started looking around. Soon he realized that it had tombstones only of the Astley family. All the ancestors as far as they had known. As he walked forward, he could look at the recent ones. He realized the pattern and ran towards the end. As he had thought, he saw the tombstone of the last leader. Louis Astley. It was written that he had passed away 6 years ago. He started looking around it. He saw the tombstone of Catherine Astley as well, she had passed away with him. Ryan didn’t know how they had died but knew that it had something to do with the Scotts. But he couldn’t ask them anything; he was just an employee for the

If I accept the offer I am sure I will witness various human deaths. But if not? My life is back to normal. Though, like what the Grim Reaper said I will just use different bodies. I will never die. I will never see my father again and will live forever. However, there is no guarantee that I will see my father when I die. But if I die I will end my great difficulty in seeing the death of some and somehow there is a possibility that I will see him again. That is the most important thing.

"Why would she help me, after what I did to her mate, the King will never forgive me for ruining nine years of his life" "I ruined twenty-five years of his life by sealing him in that tomb, I deserve more punishment than you" Maye slowly took hold of her other hand. "Come with me, Skylar wouldn't mind and we can find ways to wake Karam up" Glady gulped, the pain shooting through her hand intensifying, the blood on her wrist had stopped bleeding but she could feel the life in her draining, her body slowly losing its color as she turned pale. "I don't want to die, Maye" Even though they were immortals, they could be easily killed and they were scared of death, that fear struck them when Hevenv

"Go ahead, he's right there." Aria's eyes followed my gesture, and she erupted, her eyes bulging with fury. "Noelle, that's a hearse! It's meant for the dead. How could you put my son in there? "Have you no humanity? After all the kindness my son showed you!" Feigning confusion, I met Aria's gaze. "Mom, what are you talking about? Hearses are for the dead, and isn't your son, well, dead? I don't see the issue."