Jorel Decker Hollywood Undead Novels & Stories

##1 ##1 Shaina, tell me how Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel was defeated? Tell me how the Undead King died? (Ashg.)

Guevarra’s liposuction. “Welcome back, Ginger,” Dr. Guevarra said with a smile on her face. “Are you ready to remove your bandage and see the result of your new appearance?” “Finally! I get to see the new me literally,” Ginger said. “And Ginger had already died three months ago. It’s Lucy Solace now.” “Well, that’s a nice name, Lucy,” Dr Guevarra said while gently removing Ginger’s bandage, and once removed, she handed over a mirror to Ginger.

No one disturbed anything but seems everything new. " Break it. ..." I ordered pointing at the shelf. Two went to collect tools for breaking it and came back with two big sledgehammers. Within minutes they broke that wooden shelf and all books scattered on the floor. There it is. ...... The secret place of Rudra. A door showed infront of us and I went to open it. It's an underground passage with many steps . Grabbing the gun from back all prepared I strides down the steps carefully in that dim lights. Rest followed me. As we all move ahead we could hear a faint voice of baby crying.

I know that he will run at the back door just to run away from me, to save his life, but I will not allow that, because there’s a debt that he needs to pay, and the payment is his LIFE. I went back inside the house and went upstairs to my room. I took Kera out and told her that there will be a big game that will happen later, and she needs to watch because she will be my only audience aside from my mom and dad inside my heart necklace. She said “Yes” to it and I know she is also excited like me. I put her at the top of the cabinet, for her to watch clearly and I wrote “MORTEM” on a piece of paper with my blood and let her hold it. After a few hours of waiting. I heard Mang Berto’s pickup tru

Gulping, Zander stared at the three heads torn apart from the bodies lying in the dark slime, the only thing recognizable in the room. The skulls were getting disintegrated. Slowly burning, going down, submerging in the acid like black substance. And he gulps. Daring, he lifts his eyes to look at the source of all this chaos. The girl who stood in the center of the slime with her head lowered, her wet hair veiling her face. The skin he was kissing and caressing a few hours ago was pale, white as a ghost. The worn out hoodie she wore every day was red with blood. Torn from places like someone tried to force her.

It felt like a weight was lifted off of me because off all the trouble that would be to keep dying and hiding until I died. Some people wanted nothing to do with becoming one because we weren't eternal beings. We died after a couple hundred years and drank blood like it was fine wine. Or if you were a savage that had no control of your human self my become a monster that kills anything that moves. We are usually stronger than them and take them down with no mercy. In the beginning some vampires tried to break people out of this frenzy but they never did.

“Hmm. So, you think it’s a curse or a spell of some sort?” “How the hell should I know? I don’t deal with whatever magic or religion that is. Seriously, is this everything or are you going to spring something else on me?” Yolanda was more than a little insulted, and he hadn’t even eased into this breach. She took one look at the cooler and the disembodied limbs. “Gods, that’s disgusting. Why would anyone want to do that? It’s so unnatural.” “That’s why I’m here. This falls under my team’s specialty. Occult, supernatural, and unexplained. We go in and try to find answers for it.”

Sniffling, I whispered, “I'm going to check on Derek, okay?” Claire nodded, understanding I just needed time and space right now. “I'll see you in the morning,” I promised and moved into my room to figure out the mystery surrounding this young boy. - “Last night on Thursday October fifteenth, there was a homicide at Corneldo High school. The Janitor named Steve O'Hara was found stabbed outside the Janitorial closet. There appears to have been nobody else in the building at the time. The authorities have some suspicions on what happened, but none of it can—”

He got himself some painkillers and gulped them down with a glass of warm water. Henry hardly got any sleep, he tossed and tossed on the bed until daybreak. At almost 6:15 am, the sound of his phone ringing got him at alert. He reached for it on the nightstand. He sighed in relief when he saw that it was a call from Darik. He picked up immediately. "God!!! Where the hell were you, Darik? How's Laurel? What the fuck happened to us all last night." He asked at a go. "What do you mean what happened to us all, last night? We left you and Vanessa at the restaurant. Laurel is fine. She's with me." He replied.

Six years after my younger brother and my fiancée passed away, I picked out a grave for myself. Before my final visit to their graves, my mother suddenly said, “Miles, you don’t have to go this year. The truth is that they never died.” I was startled for a moment before the two of them walked right out of my brother’s room. My brother, Sean, put on a teasing smile as he draped an arm around the woman beside him. “I won the bet! I told you my brother would never figure it out. “Who’s going to be on top tonight, huh, Vera?” My so-called late fiancée, who used to cry whenever she saw me suffer even the slightest grievance, looked at me with open disdain. “He’s just too stupid. We’ve been