I'll Be Dead By Dawn Novels & Stories

Something dark uncoiled in my chest. “Yes,” I whispered. Adrian nodded. Like I’d just approved a merger. “Good.” He turned the wheel. Pulled into a brightly lit lot. I squinted through the windshield. It was a neon cross. A chapel. “Why are we here?” He parked. Turned to me. His eyes locked on me.“Because,” he said evenly, “there’s no cleaner revenge than replacing him by sunrise.” I smiled, even though I didn't clearly understand him.He stepped out of the car. My drunk brain made a catastrophic executive decision.I followed him. The next hour dissolved into strobe lights and fragmented reality.

Or I finish what I started with her too. Damien read it over my shoulder. He looked at me. We got in the car. He started driving. Neither of us spoke. But as we sped down the road my phone buzzed one more time. This one was simple. You have until dawn. After that she dies. And so do you.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I said quietly. He tilted his head. “That’s the plan.” He crouched in front of me, voice dropping low. “You’re bait, sweetheart. When he sees what’s left of you, he’ll lose control — and I’ll be there to put him down for good.” I forced a smile, though it cracked my lip. “You really think you can kill him?” Darren chuckled. “No. But I can make him wish he wasn’t immortal.” He stood again and nodded to one of his men. “Bring her something to drink. Can’t have her dying too early.”

“And when your screams die, I'll go after Evelyn and end all of it.” Zane’s eyes widened with a final, shattering realization. He was already dead. Jaxon was simply choosing the speed. Zane’s body shook in the chair, every muscle taut with terror, every breath a ragged plea for mercy that would never come. Jaxon’s eyes didn’t waver. They were cold, sharp, and entirely predatory, focused on the slow, inevitable unraveling of the man before him.

Kill him or watch this innocent man getting killed. Tang Li tilted her head to the side.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

"Don is dead." "I expected that. He was crazy in the head. Stealing Xandros's money and creating a place like Abaddon. Bullsh*t." Diane muttered, her eyes looking worriedly at Anna, "That's not why you are like this, right? You should be glad he is dead." She added. "I watched him die." Anna said, her mouth dry from the words she was saying. "That's sad. But, we've all watched someone die at one point in our life. You watched that crazy man oogling at you get a bullet in his head, didn't you?" Diane nudged at her.

"You can't skip tonight, though. It's Freya's 18th birthday. A huge celebration. If we don't show, it'll look bad." Jayson paused at those words. His cool gaze rested on the files on his desk for a few seconds, as if he were lost in thought. "What time?" "7:00 pm. You should be getting off work now. We can head straight over from here." "Okay." Jayson rose and grabbed his jacket. Matt studied his expression. "Shouldn't you ask Ariel to join us?" Jayson stepped into the elevator with a neutral expression. "She won't come." …

‘But we will be twenty in less than two days. Katniss’s smile completely vanishes. She sits up straight on the bench, her eyes widening as the math clicks in her head. “Wait... less than two days? Kyle, the final match of the Dance of the Dead takes place in exactly two days from now.” I nod, my jaw tightening as I stare into the bubbling water. “Gracious Cessi,” Katniss whispers, her face turning pale. “That means Olivia will be fighting a death battle against the Ripper Ghost on her twentieth birthday. That is brutal.”