My Dear Living Dead Manga Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 1: WELCOME FELLOW UNDEADS WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! JUST BEWARE!

At last, Dante knows where to find the last group of sorcerers, little did he know that they also have the most important thing that he is obsessed with, Esmeralda’s reincarnation, Deadrei. … Rio’s life was so dull until he met Deadrei. She was unexpectedly the person who watches him wearing a black cloak to conceal her identity. Her timing was right, truly, everything falls into its proper place at the right time. But where is she now? Rio seems to be agitated, he just met Deadrei once but he cannot erase this memory of her in his mind. He is so hooked on Deadrei’s mysterious personality. He must see her again; he should at least get a glimpse of her somehow. He can feel his heart beats so

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Brynn rubs the back of her neck. I offer her an encouraging smile. “I’m sure my room isn’t far from yours.” To answer, Madame Aldine begins walking again. “This way.” After shooting Brynn one more encouraging look, I follow Madame Aldine down the hallway across the landing. A tapestry stretches across a good half of the wall, its vibrant colors telling a story about a battle involving dragons, werewolves, and… I get closer. A man holds a woman in a gown in one arm, her eyes closed and her hand pressed to her forehead in distress. He leans in close, his teeth razor sharp.

Mikael Deventus with his rings, each one catching the light slightly differently, already making a note on something. Alexander Duville, the vampire, with his default expression of aristocratic impatience, which I had come to understand was just his face and not personal. General Terel, who I had been slightly afraid of the first time I met him and respected enormously every time since. The Valen wolf — Damian's brother. The Royal Gamma, scarred, enormous and steady as old stone. Jaxon at the end. Who caught my eye and gave me a look were the newest faces in the room.

Daphne was locked in the cell next door, curled up in the corner, shaking uncontrollably. I stood in front of Stellan and looked down at him. "Elara." His voice was scraped raw. "What do you want from me?" "Nothing much." My tone was light. "I just want you to get a taste of what Ansel and I went through in our previous life." Stellan blinked, thrown. "Previous life? What are you talking about?" I did not answer. I simply turned to the people beside me and gave my instructions. "Take him down. Sever the tendons in his hands and his feet."

Mom blurted out, "And what about you? What about you? You've loved Oscar for years." The whole table was still reeling. They all turned to look at me, expressions impossible to read. I held up the reassignment letter and smiled. "I've accepted a posting from the alliance. I'm transferring to Cero City." Cero City was the crossroads connecting every pack. No alpha ruled it. Only the alliance delegation operated out of there. It was the default location for council summits. It was also the place where Oscar had died trying to save me. In my last life, I'd received the same letter. I turned it down.

She lifted her hands, hovering them above the girl’s chest. Purple mist spilled from her palms like shimmering stars—healing magic. Her gaze hardened as she turned to Val. “What were you thinking?” she snapped. But the horror in his eyes shattered her anger instantly. “My mate,” he whispered, broken like a child. “He promised to keep her alive.” Dee exhaled shakily. “She's dead,” she said. It wasn’t a lie. She had seen it, the furnace, the bodies, the fire. The female vampire had still been alive when Dee met her gaze, silent desperation screaming through her eyes.

"How are you enjoying your new powers?" "Would have felt more better if I didn't have to feed on blood." She laughed, "you realize you're dead, right?" He shrugged a brow, watching her calculated movements. "They call us the undead. Dead but alive. We are the intermediaries between the living world and the dead and so, we are powered by the Life source of the living. The major difference between us, blood." "I need it." "What?" "Blood. I need to drink." Lydia turned around to look at him. His fangs were out and there was the blood crazed look in his eyes.

Luban asks. I push my finger against my lips. “It came from the gallery. Stay here.” I sneakthrough the labyrinth, and go back to the gallery where I find Darma’s corpse on the floor. Someone had drained her completely, and she’s nothing but a dried up husk. If it weren’t for her telltale tattoos, I would not have recognised her. She looks like a mummy. I stare at her for longer than I should, but it’s not something you see every day.