Morticia Frump Novels & Stories

As if about a dozen masters had appeared at the cemetery, carrying out a collective spiritualism ritual. Except, there weren’t any masters. Or rituals. Nor anyone reading a spell capable calling forth a restless spirit. There was only Reive and his nocturne. The Undead King’s nocturne... The shapes were becoming clearer, and the dead faces were becoming brighter. The music continued to flow like the moonlight, under which, the undead began to dance. I saw a girl in a white dress. Maybe once, it had been quite a different color, but now, it was the shade of ash. Torn rags were hanging down the skirt. There were death spots on her hands and face, and a rotten tongue fell out of her mouth.

He laid her on her back while I pulled a chair from the hallway and took a seat next to her. I thought back to my most recent dream and wondered suddenly if Spencer could help me figure out what happened with the faces. “Spencer?” He stopped by the door and faced me. “I think I saw Derek's mom die.” “You saw Derek's mom die? Isn't he already an orphan?” I nodded. “It was strange, though, because the first time I dreamed it, their faces were all fuzzy and stuff. But, when I saw a picture of her, the faces cleared up and I was able to see them.”

The only smiles he showed me were mocking and laced with contempt. Sure enough, thunder cracked overhead a moment later. Anthony dissolved into smoke and vanished. Maisie finally noticed us; her eyes went wide, and her expression turned blank with shock. "Vengeful, I'll get revenge for you." Eddie shot me a wicked grin, then grabbed his neck and put on a gruesome show of ripping his head off. Blood poured from all his orifices, and his tongue split in half. His head was removed clean off his neck… Maisie was so frightened that she immediately started screaming for help, trying her best to scramble away from us. The color drained from her face, leaving her lips bloodless and making her look e

Lifting her up, he showcases to everyone the first death by the hands of death wolf indeed. The death of a soul. Her body thrashes, to be only held up. Looking at her eyes, with those white ones. Char's soul gets sucked out of her body. Her body colour changes to pale white in few seconds. And that's it . Thora looses her grip and Char falls down. Dead. Chaos enters the place with everyone running around to save their lives. The monster of a girl standing in front of them, the evidence of the prophesy of the curse.

Only her superior's family can enter and exit the camp without anyone's permission with a group of bodyguards. Andrea Su frowned when she saw the zombie corpse on the ground, in front of Psyche Flint and has an idea of what happened but she stubbornly didn’t want to admit that the strange woman solved the problem before they found out about it. However, she didn’t show it on her face but told the patrolmen to dispose the zombie corpse. Suddenly, the young boy slapped away Psyche Flint’s hand that covered his eyes when he heard Andrea Su’s order to dispose the body. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be separated from his mother’s zombie corpse but wanted to properly bury her.

Then he said softly, "Juliet is carrying your pup too." The air suddenly went still. Keith paused for a fraction of a second, but he quickly regained his composure. He didn't respond. Instead, he walked straight to the autopsy table. I floated beside him and watched the side of his face. I searched his expression for even the slightest trace of worry, but there was nothing there except irritation and anger. Keith put on gloves, took a deep breath, and bent forward to examine the body. Suddenly, he froze. There was a scar on the corpse's left shoulder.

Since he have been buried for almost a decade . "I mean won't you be looking like a zombie like that." She said to him by imagining the dead mummy's body that she had seen in museum. "No I be fine .I will look like a normal human .Because I have the human flesh now ,that I sucked out from the bad guys ". He said casually as if it was normal for him. By remembering there body she gets nauseous.So she gives him a signal to go by covering her mouth with one hand. She starts to make breakfast.But before that she gave him instructions about how to brush and where is the bathroom and all.

I hold onto a bookshelf, my head spinning. "It's a lot to take in," Alice says. "I know." I wipe my brow with the back of my hand. Did I really just accept that I'm a non-human? I laugh, but the sound is hollow. How could I be so stupid? Alice touches my shoulder. "It's okay. I know it's a lot, but you'll get used to it." I'm not sure I want to. "There are more than werewolves, though," she adds. "There are witches, and vampires, and succubi—"

I was still on the same bed I’d been punctured on, only now I was wearing clothes, and the needles were gone. Sitting beside me was a woman dressed in black from her head to her toes. She wore a black hat, her eyes were as dark as a raven’s, and her smile made me shift uneasily. “Who the hell are you?” I asked as she sat there, staring and smiling at me. “I’m Morticia,” the woman said. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. After the way Grey and the organization have been bragging about you, I just knew, darling—you’re special.”

I asked, my voice laced with both anger and confusion. Morticia stood to her feet, her slow steps calculated and filled with nothing but sinister intentions. Her response was chilling, a stark contrast to my emotional turmoil. "Because I deserved the position more. It was meant to be mine." she replied, her voice dripping with venom. "The place where she stood, it was supposed to be mine!" She snapped, the bitterness in her voice taking me by surprise. She walked closer to the steel bars, gripping them viciously, her knuckles turning white as she glared at me, her lips curled into a cynical smile, her long brown hair disheveled over her shoulders.