Command Undead 5e Novels & Stories

They had no solid flesh to tear, and no living blood to spill. "They are phantoms!" Thomas shouted in pure desperation, his own blade passing uselessly through an attacker as he parried a heavy blow. "Our weapons aren't killing them! They are slipping right through the mist!" Panic instantly seized the command line as the undead army began to aggressively flank our positions, pressing the royal soldiers back into the narrow mountain pass. My mind frantically spun into a chaotic vortex of tactical calculations, utilizing my sharp logic and the ancient lineage memories my mother had just unlocked inside the Limbo domain. Diana’s words violently screamed inside my brain–the Eye of Aethelgard wa

“Why does it feel like I’m cursed?” “You’re not…. Stop it bro. Laurent’s the snake here.” He squeezed my shoulder. “Don’t let him make you shrink, Scott. That’s exactly what he wants.” My phone rang right then, like the universe had perfect timing for chaos. Laurent. I almost didn’t answer. Almost. But running from him never worked before, so I swiped up. “What do you want,” I said, without greeting. “Scott.” His voice was too calm. “You’re making powerful enemies.”

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

Well, as long as I have him, I don't care about anything else. He finally also started to explain the undead that we had encountered. At long last!! We could talk about the North's issues! I always wanted to have this conversation with him. 'Finally, one question off our mind!' Kath beamed, and I agreed. Vlad patiently explained to me that the undead just started showing up once he was the Lord of the North. They sometimes just randomly show up with no specific time. He said that they eventually retreated on their own or when they fully extinguished a couple of waves. But he added one eerie thing..

The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood, the acrid stench of burning flesh, and the bitter chill of winter. Rose's army fought desperately, their voices ringing out as they unleashed torrents of fire, ice, and lightning. Opposite them, the undead surged forward relentlessly, like a tide of rotting flesh. Her forces pushed hard, their coordinated spells destroying a few undead soldiers but as soon as the undead fell, they began to regenerate, bones snapping back into place, their guttural groans echoing across the plain. It was a truly horrid sight.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."