Essence Of The Undead Legend Mga Nobela at Kwento

He paused, taking a deep breath. “Even harder to explain away is that there appear common threads to the legends. Nearly always, it has to do with the body of someone recently interred. With a body rising again. Almost always, the soul has died in a way which was unharmonious—a suicide, or murder, for example. Someone who had left the earth in a way of great calamity. In the legends, these unsettled souls rise again, after burial. In some legends, they merely visit their families; in others, they are more aggressive, and seek out blood. Blood is the common theme.”

That meant that even after recovering, those infected with Evergrow and turned into undead beasts still carried significant risks. The thought made Chad shiver as he foresaw an impending apocalypse. Imperious said, "An undead beast with horns is like a demonic ancestor. That's extremely rare!" Bang! In his Immortal Unity state, Chad threw a powerful punch at the undead beast's head, smashing it into the ground. "If it's so rare, it's too much of a waste just to restore him," Imperious said. Chad glared at the weasel. "Such an undead beast is a menace. What's the point of keeping it?"

The vampire shrieked and thrust his claws inside the flesh of the undead. Each of them had one objective, to destroy the core of the undead. Each undead had a weakness which was a core inside them. However, the core wasn’t necessarily to be inside their chest, it could be any way inside their body. Thus, the reason why they targeted different parts of the undead body was that the core was at that various places and to kill the undead was to crush the core completely. The dragons above were busy dealing with the wizards.

"I smelled it so strongly." "It's a trick. Hunters aren't really born until they die and go through this super creepy ritual. Once the human host is dead, legend has it that the original 'Patriarch' of the hunter line puts a little bit of his soul into each dead initiate to reanimate them. They're physically undead, but his spirit lets them continue on as if they were living without their bodies rotting or decaying. They secrete a pheromone that makes vampires hallucinate the irresistible aroma of sunlight and even hear a heartbeat, but it's a lie." A fresh wave of nausea came over Bella. "I don't understand. Why would their Patriarch give bits of his soul away?"

Massive gates and electronic key card entry points graded them as they made it to the research facility Conrad led the way opening each checkpoint. After the convoy entered the base Conrad broke off from the group, He knew the others would be going to the underground parking which held direct access to the Lab. Conrade didn't want Cassie to be there when they unloaded the body, he didn't think his sister needed to see that. Given everything that had already happened Conrad felt he was doing her kindness. Why would anyone want to see a body bag on a rolling stretcher knowing what was inside said bag, or rather who, she didn't need more of a reminder that the man she loved was dead.

Their red-glowing eyes flickered. They began to shake violently, legs convulsing, mouths foaming black. The rot that clung to their flesh began to melt, seeping into the earth with a hiss. One let out a horrible, broken howl—and then dropped, stone-dead. Then another. Then all of them. Across the battlefield, the undead fell in rapid succession, crumbling to the dirt, blackened blood pooling around them. In seconds, what had once been Nora’s front wave of terror was nothing but heaps of rotting flesh and withered fur, the magic that had sustained them suddenly gone.

If I was ready for what today meant. I wore a black outfit—black pants, black fitted top, black boots. My hair was tied back. No jewelry except the ring Ace had given me a few days ago, the one that symbolized the promise of our merging empires. Black has always been my favorite color, not because it’s aesthetically pleasing but because it represents everything I am—power, silence, danger, mystery. And honestly? Because it reminds me of death. And death is something I’ve always been intimately familiar with.

There was blood everywhere, bodies on top of them. I didn’t know which was which. There were humans, vampires, werewolves, and even witches dead on the ground. “Nobody is safe. How is that the first instance?” I asked as I turned to the goddess. She looked back at me with a sad face as she showed me the second image. “This is how it’s going to be,” she explained as I saw the number of dead people in the second image she was showing me and was trying to differentiate between that and the first one she had shown me.

Iñigo was amazed how Renard took the courage to remove his son from the shelters of lies. "Unfortunately, yes. The Drax legal counsel visited our house to tell me about my inheritance but father and mother already explained to me how complicated the Drax family was." His tone sounded like his complaining. The old man nodded, deciding not to pry anymore. They felt sympathetic to the young man. At a young age, he will inherit a fortune, a cursed fortune to be exact for it was accumulated through their wicked reign. But it was neither the vast asset nor the young Devonne that made the two legendary gentlemen rendered speechless, it was what Devonne said next.

“Curiosity killed the cat, my dear. But I supposed vampire blood brought it back.” Of all the stories surrounding vampires, only two actually bothered most members of the species. One: that vampires could not feel emotions. But it was truly an insult to say that a vampire was undead. Claire’s heart had never stopped beating. She was always alive, just different. Changed. But never dead. The undead were monsters, demons made by magic that took lives indiscriminately and gleefully. Soul eaters that could never be satiated. But Claire let the insult roll off her back. Instead, she asked, “Have your issues been resolved?”