J Dog From Hollywood Undead Novels & Stories

He looked both determined and deeply tired, a man grappling with the possibility that the nightmare consuming the world had already claimed his son. Joseph Erickson crouched low behind the crumbling wall of an old administration building, his breath shallow and his muscles taut. All around him, the groans and guttural sounds of the undead filled the air, accompanied by the occasional shuffle of feet or the grotesque twitching of limbs. The building’s shadow provided some cover, but Joseph knew it wouldn’t last. He risked a glance around the edge of the wall. The horde wasn’t far—dozens of the creatures were scattered across the campus grounds, their movements erratic but no less deadly.

his memories. Will's jaw slacked when the bubbles of air escaped. The man grabbed his throat thinking his surprise had cost him and now he would surely drown. Yet he didn't. He breathed in the mysterious fluid without a problem, he quickly dispelled the mild amusement at this discovery and began looking around at the various tabloids displaying snippets of his life. One of these had to hold the answer. "Brother, we did it, did you see? "

The air in the room changed with each new headline. “This just in—tragedy strikes the influential Holland family, as youngest son, werewolf James Holland, was found dead in his Houston penthouse. Authorities, both werewolf and human, are ruling it a suicide.” A photo flicked onto the screen, and I froze, my glass of wine halfway to my mouth. Turning slowly, my eyes narrowing into slits, I faced Ghost. “Hey, Ghost. Weren’t you just in Houston?” Meeting my stare with one of his own, he continued loudly slurping his noodles.

Jason walked up to Williams and said “ Williams, we’ve caught the Don of the Black scorpion mafia group“ “Finally! I was already getting bored after finishing with these ants “ Williams looked at the dead bodies with disgust “fvcking wasted my time. Bring him over” Two hefty men came dragging a man in his late 30’s behind them. “Let me goo.... Ahhhhhh!!!!....please let me go” the man wailed and screamed He had heard of the head of the underworld infamous and strange hobby. It was rumoured that he loved dissecting his victims while they were still alive.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

He felt as though the door would break open and a horde of zombies would enter, killing them all. He tried his best to keep his focus on the screen, ignoring the muffled noise around him. However, when he heard a low growling beside him, he turned to look at Jade and he began screaming at the top of his lungs. Jade had somehow managed to make herself look like a zombie in the few minutes he was gone. She had plunged at him like she wanted to bite him when he looked at her and as he screamed, she couldn't help but laugh.

Normally that was never allowed; her parents were strict when it came to Steve. Demitri and Becca were the last to arrive. Normally the other three are already hanging out. Demitri and Becca always had an after school activity or unfinished work to do first. They arrived at Kendra's house and knocked on the door. Kendra answered and invited them both in. They entered the living room and Kendra sat on the couch with Steve. Kyle came back from the kitchen with an energy drink in his hand. "Dude, have you ever slept?" Steve asked, concerned.

I shuddered every time I found myself thinking about it. It was perhaps quite a strange thing that the undead could be so afraid of death, and yet it was truth. I was afraid to die, so I went to sleep instead. As we walked through the dense wood, I couldn’t help but speak my thoughts. “You must hate me for having done what I did…abandoning you all.” I noticed how Lucas’ jaw twitched, a flicker of the familiar resentment showing in his eyes. I didn’t need to hear a response from him to know what was going through his mind. Of course he hated me.

"The projection from his plate!" "Don't worry," Caleb replied calmly. "Jire and the executors were trying to kill us—they aren't about to project what they are doing for everyone in Middleton City to see." "Oh…" Everyone sighed in relief right then. Then, once Caleb was done looting Jire, he turned to Oxley and the others. "Bury him." "Oh, right!" Oxley came to his senses and leaped up to kick Jire between the legs, crushing Jire's balls!

Hate that was directed at Valencia. In that scene, he somehow realized what was going on. Mark’s wolf had jumped up on Dominic’s wolf lunging at Valencia who wasn’t even looking at him. “Noooooo….” Calhoun cried loudly and his hands reached out to her and as if on cue she turned around at the exact moment and in a split second tore the werewolf apart that had lunged at her. Absolute silence spread through the Round Hall as the wolf who called himself Mark, fell to the ground with a thud, never to wake up.