Essence Of The Undead Legend Novels & Stories

They got up, becoming an undead horde under his control. “[Haunting Dead].”

I could see clearly how chaotic our entanglement just a while ago, made him. I was too curious about what he was about to do with what was between my legs. I didn't care. I knew if at that time I died, I'd die happily because, after more than two hundred years, I could feel something. I'd die and live and die again all over just to feel what I felt just now. Leaning my bottom on the edge of the dining table, I panted. "Mhhh... Yes, doctor" The sound of my unnatural breath was awful because I didn't breathe, I was the undead, I was a vampire.

I thought they didn't exist. - Don't be naive, prince. Nothing appears in the human imagination without a basis in truth. It was the wildest rogues that gave rise to human legends about our species. It was the bloodthirsty madness of Dracula, which filled vampire legends in the minds of humans, and in their nightmares. When humans saw their deceased emerge from the graves, zombie legends began. No human has seen a zombie speak “brains” with hunger or bite a human being. The only thing they saw was decomposing bodies walking without memory, looking for the trolls who created them. They were basically the trolls' slaves. Without needing to eat, drink, sleep or rest. And when the bodies disappe

But the risk was too great. I couldn't risk exposing them, not yet. High-level individuals, with their keen senses and arcane knowledge, could easily detect the unnatural essence that lingered within them. But the undead army... that was a different matter entirely. I could easily prove that it was made using a skill of mine. …

“The vampires in our town do not hunt humans and are trained to live peacefully with everyone. If they had done so, they would have been punished as per the law! This...this is an Undead!” The Undead are a special class of creatures which differ from werewolves and vampires. They are the unburied remains of humans who were once cursed by the Moon Goddess for a grave crime. No one knows what their crime was but the Moon Goddess had cursed them with a half life where they will not be able to feel anything except for infinite hunger. Their skin will rot off and they will remain in a state of decomposition for their entire existence. However, they will not die and anyone who will be infused with

Elder Lucriel said. “It’s better to be cautious, Elder Lucriel. Don’t underestimate the army of the undead because they are not normal ones. Those undead can use magic too and regenerate itself like those monsters outside.” I said, and they gasped. “Thank you for the warning, Lady Alice.” they all said. After discussing some changes of the plan, I opened a portal then Val, Azrael and I entered.

I brandished the bone saw so the skeleton could see it, then began to lower it. “Which one should I start with?” I said, gliding it along the skeleton’s ribs. “Your arm? Or maybe I should go big and start with a leg.” The skeleton squirmed beneath me, but I was far stronger. Skeletons were the lowest form of the undead; without muscle or flesh, they were incredibly weak compared to most other supernatural beings. Becoming an undead skeleton was a punishment brought about by angering a witch, not a blessing of eternal life like a vampire -- although, some would argue that vampires were more cursed than blessed.

Then I turned to Miranda, changing the conversation ‘Miranda, there is something Athan told me while we were on the balcony. He spoke about a kidnapping ring known as the black hood which likes to take purebloods. Do you know anything about them? ‘That’s scary. People do this.’ Jissa retorted. ‘It is. Really. I feel so scared for our kind. When have we become so debased to fight and kill one of our kind? My elder used to tell me stories about our debacles with the vampires and sometimes witches. I have never heard about in-fighting amongst werewolves. It is sad.’

Rex. Last night was something else. I don’t think I have ever been as angry as I was when I returned to the hall and found fucking Max Jameson bullying Gianna. We were losing the fight when Lily showed up. It turns out those undead rogues can only be killed if their head is ripped off and burning them. She said they were created by a very dark magic and having an army of them can wipe out an entire pack. Luckily she helped to scorch them the moment I ripped their heads off. Without Titan, I was a bit slower and I wasn’t healing.

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.