What Dead May Never Die Novels & Stories

Spark Written by Victor Olusa Episode 27 . . "Son of a gun!!" Vicoliz yelled, throwing his Spear of doom at Sarraphina. With a plastered smirk on her face she drew May closer, and made her receive the attack. The spear of doom pierced through her abdomen and tore up her torso. May slowly fell to her knees with blood dripping from her mouth. She looked into Vicoliz's eyes and then looked at the Spear of doom stuck in her abdomen and then she fell down and died.

May supported Alexa. I mean I have mentioned it a couple of times, but I bet its nothing but just a coincidence. “OMG, guys come here fast” Clara suddenly said, and we went to her side. They were two cement coffins next to one another. The other one was empty. when my eyes landed on the second one I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Its me, or should I say that its Scarlet, “she died centuries ago, why does she still look the same? She isn’t bones and worms” David said.

Axel’s trembling finger tapped the audio file from Marco. Aria’s voice, calm and full of despair, filled the silence. “My name is Aria Sterling. If you’re hearing this, it means I’m already dead.” Every word was a hot brand on his soul. “Six years ago, Axel Thorne did not die. The yacht explosion was a hoax, a plan he designed to make a secret deal with a rival family…” There was no anger in her voice. Just the dead calm of a still lake.

"Congratulations, Lucian. You have completed the mission. I will soon depart. Before I go, I have a few gifts for you." One video after another played before my eyes. After I died in that world, Mavis sold off all her assets in a desperate attempt to bring me back to life. In the end, she was left with nothing. Even after losing everything, she failed to wake me. Because of my departure, everything I had given her was stripped away. Mavis soon got into another car accident. But this time, there was no one to shield her. She could only endure the agony of ruptured organs on her own.

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

His voice synchronized perfectly with mine, as if we were making a vow together. "Life ends in death, just as love ends when it fades away." "My life may have an end, but my love for you never will." Looking at my nearly transparent soul, I knew I was about to leave completely. Floating to Samuel's side, I kissed his lips one last time. Samuel's dark eyes suddenly looked toward me, as if sensing my presence. He said, "Loretta, wait for me. "My love for you will never die. We'll meet again in our next life."

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.