Command Undead 5e Novels & Stories

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

But they had to hurry- it wouldn't take them long to figure out what or rather who was under the hood. The person in the center took one last look at the retreating figures of the werewolves and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been easy to distract the hycwens with a sudden appearance, yet the hycwens were a notorious breed known for their bloodlust, though they were a bit dim-witted. 20 feet above the ground, the hycwens' mouths continued to bicker, "Is it dead? I wanted to play with it a bit.." The person whirled around and stood on their feet in one swift move, discarding the hood.

Save the soul of innocent and be the savior it needs } {Reward: New Followers? (Grandmaster Level), Treasure of Ancient} {Penalty: Failure of saving the target will inflict a Curse of Undead and Tide of Undead on you and your nations} ".…..Wow, that's kinda over the top….by the way, what is a Tide of Undead?..".

Instantly, the water thorns inside the vortex, like metal weapons, tore the skeleton undead into pieces. "Sizzle sizzle!" A scarlet light swiftly flew out from within the vortex. After which, it was swallowed up by a huge skeleton undead. The next moment, the other party's body clearly became stronger. "That's Undead Fire, which represents the lives of these undead creatures. Only by completely destroying their Undead Fire can we completely kill them!" "Boom!" With one hand, with an aura that could cover the stars and hold the moon, it directly pinched more than a dozen skeleton spirits.

But the question that haunted me more than their creation was how they got in. Siege is protected. Sealed. Cloaked. This shouldn’t be happening. We only responded to the scream of a student. By the time we arrived, three beasts were already feasting on his lifeless body, tearing through flesh like it was nothing more than fruit. I fought them off single-handedly, bones crunching beneath my claws and jaws. But for every one I killed, three more appeared. Like a curse unfolding in real time. This… This was the "bad" little Leister warned me about. Not that I hadn’t believed him—there was something too haunted in his eyes for me to dismiss his words—but I hadn’t expected it to arrive this soon.

the undead general said. Suddenly, a strong wind below across the area, and a dense amount of dark energy converged toward the undead general. In an instant, they coalesced into a greatsword in its hand. Brandishing the greatsword, the undead general shouted, "Prepare to die!" and charged at Adrian. "Watch out!" Nathaniel shouted. Adrian was only at the pinnacle of level eight, so he could not match the undead general. However, Adrian just smiled. "Anyone who offends Mr. Adrian shall die!"

Lucky me. Dad stepped forward, clearing his throat. "Let us begin this meeting by taking a moment to remember the life of our comrade, Caleb Manser." The morning light filtered in through the curtains, tinting the room in the tawny grey of the cloth. As everyone else bowed their heads in respect, I surveyed the gathering. In this little living room, on a shabby mountaintop cabin, were the precious few people in the country who had mastered the necromantic arts. My father and brother were the last two living with enough power to reanimate the dead. Avery and Thea Manser had the Sight, to see truths and that of the present and future. Lyssa Amerson carried her family's ability to speak with th

What I meant is, my mum and I live together in the servant quarters of the Smith family. And if you are guessing, then yes, my mum and I work as maids in the Smith mansion. Two years ago that wasn't the story. My dad was a flight lieutenant in the Ghana Air Force, a very prestigious one, with a lot of decorations. He went for peacekeeping and never returned. He was then pronounced dead after a year of searching and that was when everything went downhill.

Then he saw a group of Vampires coming toward them. They were running, guns drawn. There had to be about ten of them at least. As soon as they saw him, they began to fire their weapons. Cadon ducked around a center pole in the middle of the hallway. “Brandon, can you do anything about this?” He hoped his uncle could see what he was talking about through the IAC. “Uh, not easily,” Brandon replied. “I can take that section of the roof down, but I can’t guarantee it won’t fall on you, too, and did I hear you say that you have a human with you?”

-We believe that the reason why you have returned so quickly to your normal state is because your human part is partly in contact with Cristian's and does not sink into unconsciousness, if it weren't for that we would have lost you a long time ago - -My head is going to explode with all this, there are gaps that I do not understand, and why it is so hard for me to master what I have inside me if it is part of who I am- -We are born as humans but from two to four years we go through the Lumus phase, where we totally change to wolves. As we are puppies, our animal is not so strong and it is easier to dominate it and our reasoning almost never disappears- although it had a case under its same r