What Moves The Dead Novels & Stories

The room froze. "They're both dead." Total silence.

Her reply came slow, hesitant — the first time she had ever sounded uncertain. “The mark of the dead is not a curse… it’s a beacon. A memory of the world that was erased.” “I don’t understand. Why me?” “You died at the end of the cycle, and yet you remember. The world does not take kindly to anomalies.” My stomach twisted. “So… I was supposed to stay dead.” “Yes,” she said softly. “And now the dead can see you, even from beyond their decay.” The wind shifted suddenly — carrying a foul, rotting smell from the treeline. I turned. In the distance, I saw shapes moving between the trees. Slow. Hesitant. Drawn.

Small stones embedded themselves into my flesh and, mixed with my tears, caused excruciating pain—like salt being rubbed into my wounds. I writhed on the ground, howling in agony like a mad dog on the verge of death, while they laughed and mocked me. “An estate worth millions, and she thought she could take it from us. Let’s see if she lives long enough to spend a dime.” “Jenn, she’s not moving anymore. Do you think we went too far? What if this gets messy?” I felt a flicker of hope—maybe Marcus still had a shred of conscience left.

"Is that so? I am just one step away from happiness. This is my last chance to become happy in this broken life of mine. I will not allow you to ruin it." After saying that, she approached me and wheeled me into the fire escape. I watched as the wheelchair neared the stairs. "Are you planning to kill me?" I asked. Upon letting out a long exhale, Selena released her grasp slowly. "That's nonsense. It was just a slip of the hand." My wheelchair started rolling forward on its own as Selena guffawed. Right before my wheelchair would roll down the stairs, I held the brakes. While propping myself up on the wheelchair, I rose to my feet.

She now had the silver handcuffs. "Didn't you need to shift at all?" My Grandfather asked. He was standing wearing a pair of shorts. Carlton threw a pair at Grant. "Another little gift of hers." Grant chuckled. The King frowned. "She doesn't need to undress to shift." "Why does that not surprise me," Carlton said with a snort. The pile of dead was being carried to a pyre so that we could send them off properly. I sighed. This was where I came in as the protector of the dead. These Omega's would be sent straight to the Moon Goddess, they died for being a rank. They would not be going to the Underworld like that Warrior at the gate would, and Thomas when I was done with him.

“It’s rather shocking, but I’m telling you the truth.” He shook his head and then leaned against the nearest table and crossed his muscular arms. “The death number in Wild Crawler has been increasing,” he explained. “As a result, some of the corpses weren’t burnt or buried in a timely fashion. Two days ago, two of the guards of the mortuary were attacked. One died and the other was heavily injured. The one who survived reported what happened to him. He told Marley and Alpha Rayden that he’d been attacked by a corpse, only it wasn’t a corpse… it was a moving, breathing entity.”

The warriors that had spilled out of the palace are now lined in front of the doors, protecting the palace from infiltration to make sure that Scàthach is able to complete her ritual. “ATTACK!!!” I shout. There was a resounding roar coming from our warriors as we run full tilt toward the enemy. We were going to meet in the middle and hope that some spell casters can get out of the fight and to the children. I meet one of Scàthach’s warriors with a nice jab to the face, and he goes down, blood flowing from his nose. What people may not know is that when any God or Goddess chooses their warriors, they are alive, for all intents and purposes. They are granted a new physical body that mirrors th

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.

The eye that's normal brims up with tears, and he steps to the side showing the broken form of Jonathan. Nova rushes to his side, placing her ear against his chest. The faint thudding of his heart both worries her and relieves her; Jonathan is so close to the brink of death, he's only minutes away from dying. "We have to move him to the infirmary wing. They have things that could help him." Tomaz says, and Nova nods. She knows this means that she's going to have to move him around, but she fears that if she so much touches him, he will break into millions of little pieces.

Maria looks for what she can use to kill the zombie. But she said to herself that, how can she kill it because she has never killed a zombie before, what if the zombie attacked her. Then she remembers the day her brother told her that zombies can die only if they attack them on the head but if it is another part of their body they won't die. They're bushes at the left and right of the road, Maria moves closer to one side and searches the area maybe she will see any stick that is strong enough to kill the zombie.