Novel & Cerita Four Or Dead

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.

Nova said, and Celia nodded, stopping when she remembered originally, their team was one of four. "What happened to the other lady? Did she get captured? I can make up a team real quick to-" "Thank you Celia but that won't be needed. She died saving us." Jonathan replied, and his voice sounded thick, as if he struggled not to let the tears out. Celia nodded, feeling a wave of sadness hit her. She was all too familiar with death, but even she knew it was a devastating blow, especially when it was someone she was use to seeing every day.

None of them good. People below were moving toward what looked like a long counter at the far wall. Metal trays clattered as they lined up — food distribution, maybe? Others lounged on their bunks like they’d accepted this as their new life. They all had numbers on their chests too — different ones, from what I could see. 0497, 0415, 0489, 0520… How many people were here? “So,” he said suddenly, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, “how did you die, Leah?”

"I think you lot are misunderstanding something here. What we're here to do. We're not here to kill her. We're here to bring her to Death." Eros's eyes widened. No. That couldn't be what he was talking about. "When you say death with such emphasis, you're saying that as a person, aren't you?" Ruby smiled. "That's it. We're here to take her to one of the Four Great Horsemen. The Horsemen of Death."

It was clear, well-lit, and taken somewhere I've never come across. Four men stood, side by side, none facing the camera. Even though they weren't facing the camera, you could see what needed to be seen. One face. Four times. It was Drey, but not Drey. My brain and eyes didn't know how to put it at first. It felt like I was seeing Drey in four different faces. They look exactly the same but in different appearances. Like I was staring at the four shades of Drey. My hand started shaking before I felt it happening. The phone trembled in my grip but Victoria reached out and took it back, carefully, like she was removing something fragile from someone who couldn't be trusted with it.

The smell of lilies was always the first thing to return. It was the scent of my own funeral, a cloying sweetness that made me want to gag. I opened my eyes and didn't move. I didn't breathe. I just counted the cracks in the gold-leaf ceiling of the ducal bedchamber. One, two, three... I knew them all. I had memorized them while gasping my last breath in Life Four. I had stared at them while my vision went black in Life Seven.

I let my claws comes out. Just as I’m about to kill these imposters, I hear a fourth person walking up. “Hello, brother. I assumed you were dead.”

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆ 🌹🌹🌹FOUR WEEKS LATER🌹🌹🌹 “It is with great sorrow that we gather here today for the burial of a young, promising man, a friend, a son, who was just a boy...” The priest’s voice droned on, hollow and echoing from the massive screen bolted to the wall.

Collins whispered ripping out the heart of the third figure in a jiffy, He dropped the heart down with satisfaction as he watched the rage in the eyes of the remaining three vampires who gnashed their teeths. " Who's next? " Collins asked. " You are the next to die..you Bastard " The Fourth figure cursed in fury, He made to move his legs but got stucked were he is, as his legs slowly hit up burning him, from his legs fire burnt up the fourth figure as he was stucked were he was.

he sighed. “We’ve been trying to get the source. It's harder when we can't experiment on any of them,” he added. “Why?” I asked. “They die before we can do it. They seemed to be programmed that way. We try to kill them, it's hard. We try to get more information, they die,” he shook his head in half amusement. I could tell it was hard. The Four assumed power at the worst time. Even though they calmed the storm, there was more brewing every day.