What Dead May Never Die Novels & Stories

Pain took over her entire body, as Maya slowly began to disintegrate into ashes in the dead city. Starting from ashes, and back to ashes as well. Maya's life ended that day. But her death, will save thousands of humans who are still alive in the future.

“To which?” Maya manages the smallest, worst smile. “Both.” Denise closes her eyes for one second. When she opens them, she is not comforted. She is recalculating. “Right,” she says. A clean cut. Outside, laughter rises near the wash station. Then Aaron’s voice, too bright: “Dead once, leads twice.” A few people laugh. Someone repeats it. Dead once, leads twice. Oh, hell. Maya is out the curtain before Pete can stop her.

"When you're in danger, crush it and toss it out. It'll turn into a cloud of mist. The target will start hallucinating and go berserk before eventually dying from his blood vessels rupturing." Holding the pill, Damian couldn't help but chuckle at May. "You seem quite worried about me." May flushed scarlet as she swiftly said, "Don't overthink it! I just don't want to let you die at someone else's hand. If you do, how else am I going to get my chance to chop your hands off, gouge out your eyes, and stomp on your manhood?" Damian pocketed the pill before raising his brows at May. "Regardless of your motives, thanks."

In love that transcends death. Just like Rachel. Just like Sienna. Just like everyone who shaped this impossible family. The dead are honored. The living continue. And love survives everything. Always. Forever. Complete.

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

" I asked, staring at him in bewilderment. Malcolm flew into a rage at this. He grabbed my chin roughly and snarled, "Still trying to play dumb with me, Amara Langford? The Langford family's secret formula—the one that reverses aging. "It's classified as a top national secret—the longevity formula that's only passed down to sons, never daughters. If it weren't for that formula, why would I have bothered pretending with you for so long? "Your brother, your nephew—they all died because of your family's stubbornness. And now, your son's life is in my hands.

Whatever warmth had been left in his eyes was now completely gone. "Let's just pretend we never had a son like you, you ungrateful bastard. "My only son is already dead. You killed him." He waved his hand wearily, as if every last bit of strength had been drained out of him. "Get him out of here." "No—!!!" Roger's scream was dragged out into the rain until it faded completely. Casey stood perfectly still, her face unreadable. Only when his voice had disappeared did she slowly turn and walk toward the exit.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Alpha Matthew, who loved her so deeply, seemed to have a hard time accepting this reality. After he came to, the first thing he did was rush to the lake. Desperately, he grabbed at the pitiful warriors. "No. It can't be. Amber isn't dead! She's carrying my child. We are about to be parents. Why would she take her own life? "I don't believe it. I will not believe that she's dead until I see her body. You people are lying to me. I will find her and get her back!" A warrior explained hesitantly, "Alpha Matthew, based on our investigation, Luna Amber was diagnosed with perinatal depression. This explains why she would take her own life.

Connor scolded unhappily, "What's gone? Celia, did Clarisse collude with you to deceive me again? Tell her that she will only make me hate her more by doing this!" Celia's voice was a little shrill. "Connor! Clarisse is dead! Dead!" "Enough!" Connor hung up immediately after he finished yelling. No matter how many calls Celia made, he did not pick up. He gently and patiently coaxed Rosalie who was crying beside him. Then, several flustered police officers came to the door, knocked, and said, "Connor, the head of the deceased has been found. Hurry up and come with us."