Essence Of The Undead Legend の小説・ストーリー

The air grew heavy with the stench of decay as I summoned an unholy legion: an army of the damned, risen from their eternal slumber to do my bidding. “Per manum meam, et mortui resurgent.” I chanted in Latin. I couldn't recall when or how I'd acquired knowledge of Latin, but I suspected it was yet another mysterious gift from The Darkness, which seemed to be imbuing me with secrets and abilities from beyond. I looked up as about twenty twisted, undead forms emerged, their bodies contorted in agony as they writhed within dark, ethereal shrouds.

Manuel's hand moved closer to tapping Alan's shoulder, "You've kept your promise to me, you've done your best to save the woman you love. Me and her mother Larissa ...so much hope that you'll be born, and have a much better life than this. Thank you for protecting my nephew, Alan Atkinston." A belief can be built very easily, if we believe it. And when we believe in such confidence, the opportunity for it to become real is greater, as there is a link between the past and the present. There was a woman with dark shoulder-length hair, a pretty face, a clean white skin, and a very sweet smile. She was reading a novel, titled The Legend Of The Coral Cave, by the name of writer Y Lawrence. She tu

When we drank from a human, a part of their spirit, their soul, was shared with us. The way that this magick, this spirit, was extracted played a part, too, in the wealth of power given from one living soul to the undead. Given graciously, the magick was lighter, and embodied the dawn, the sun, the morning, and the day. Taken unwillingly, the magick was dark, and as such it embodied the dusk, the moon, the twilight, and the night.

I know now that I was the cause of his death. ***************************************** I learnt five new things over the course of the next few days, some of them pleasant, others not so. My legion magic was insane, the battle was over before it began. We had to take out the king of Erisea, he was a magician, a powerful Dark one according to my people because they could sense remnants of the protective spells, he used for his army when fighting. Although we defeat the bulk of the army, the ones remaining are going to be the hardest to kill since they are going to be in close proximity with their king who was protecting his people.

The Ember Ghost opened his mouth and showed his sharp teeth before lowering her mouth to the exposed woman’s neck. The crowd watched in silence as the Ember Ghost appeared to suck the woman’s blood. The woman’s arms flailed weakly but her face looked serene, if not enjoying the experience. Then, the woman’s expression slowly changed into pain and she grimaced. She placed her arms around the Ember Ghost’s head weakly before dropping them weakly to her side. Then, the woman’s limp body slid out of view leaving the Ember Ghost standing. He wiped the remaining red stains from his mouth with a swipe of his arm before disappearing within the smoke that blew from across the float.

The few Rank 5 Undead Family members could not believe it. 'Lucas the Demon has really come forth by himself. Where's his Apocalyptic Legion?' 'Where's Biggy the Zombie of Godly Boxer and Scarlet the Zombie of Polar Ice?' Throughout the past few days, they had heard lots of stories about the Apocalyptic Legion. They had heard how Biggy the Zombie of Godly Boxer could destroy the sky, while Scarlet the Zombie of Polar Ice was always covered in a cold aura and could even seal up the ocean.

-Is that possible? -They hide underground. In winter, the undead hibernate, slowing down their metabolic processes... oh, forget it. Marisa folded the letter, slipping it into her pocket. “The point is, they found a big lair. Underground, on several levels. Traces of dark rituals, cocoons of the undead. -AND? the man got worried. It seemed to him that the hair was moving at the back of his head. -Nothing. It's completely empty," Marisa said thoughtfully. – Nobody is there.

"No. You see, the world is not as it appears. There is more to it than meets the eye, things that most humans do not understand…" "Dad, can you please speak English?" "Right. Beyond what most can see, lies a world of evil. Creatures roam the earth, claiming victims and draining their blood…" "You mean vampires?" "Yes. Vampires." "Hmm… are you feeling alright?" "What? Yes! Now, listen… Many centuries ago; long before my time, or even my father's time there were two brothers. Clayton and Dominic Lawrence. They were human, living their lives just like everyone else during that era…"

The longer we go without blood the redder they become over time. Vampires didn't live much longer than 1,000 years. We didn't sparkle in the sunlight (yes I read the books) or burn in it either, it had no effect on us. We were like regular humans just with heightened abilities and strength. We didn't have fangs either, we had to cut our victims to get to their blood. Once our saliva mixed with their blood it made them enjoy the feeling some even say it's a sensation that's better than sex.

On the day of the blood moon, his birthday, Silva gained more power than he had before and with that, he used it to end his life. Wolves found out about the Great Lycan and wanted his immortality for themselves, it turned out into war when the Rulers went against the idea and made a decree concerning it, the Great Lycan became a Legend and a tale told to the younger generation but it never came back. Years passed by and the Legend only became a Legend. No one knew when the Great Lycan would come back and no one wanted to go against the rules of the leaders of the underworld.