My Dear Living Dead Manga Novels & Stories

This enemy was stronger, more relentless, and utterly beyond my control. A plague struck the pack — the worst in a hundred years. I ran myself ragged every day and still had to watch my people collapse and die right in front of me. Then came the cruelest blow of all. Lucian contracted the plague while fighting at my side. He lay on the hospital bed, barely clinging to life, his gaunt hand clasped tight around mine. His body was failing, and yet he was the one trying to comfort me. "Don't cry. I don't want the last thing I see to be you in pain."

“What’s more? He is the only one who can kill the Moon Stone Alpha and bring me my Nicolette!” “As you wish lord...then I will reactivate his system!” The water in the container drops slowly and the body hanging from the metal wires begins to move. When the fluid has dropped totally, the man in front of me opens his eyes. “Get him some clothes!” “Now!” The man in front of me looks around bewildered... “Welcome back to the world of the living Diego...Darren’s younger brother!” “Who is Darren?” “Your brother... But he’s dead.”

I opened it as my eyes dilated through the write-up. I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING. ATTACK DARKMOON PACK AND LIV DIES YOUR LOVELY BROTHER MAX

There seemed to be some things she wasn’t sure about, but from her findings, I could draw a few simple truths. First, the “living dead” were still dead. Despite their reanimation, they had no heartbeat, and their blood didn’t flow. Second, they were inclined to attack living people. It was as if they were possessed by evil spirits and were fueled by a desire to kill. As I considered everything I’d just read, I carefully rose from my chair, and without a word, walked past Jasper and into my lab. I retrieved my record and scanned through my notes. After a minute, I found a few comments I’d made about the poison.

There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. I hope that you enjoy Alpha of the Dead. --Sydney

“You only had one choice. Now, you die.” Then he pulled the trigger. I immediately shot up from bed. I was sweating, breathing hard. “Daniela.” I quickly turned to the voice, and relaxed when I saw my aunt kneeling beside my bed. Then she put a glass of milk on my nightstand. "Are you okay?" I cupped her face, the relief so intense I couldn’t do anything but weep. She was alive. “You’re fine, you’re here.” She looked confused and concerned but she nodded, putting her hand over mine. “Yes, I’m here mija. I’m not going anywhere.”

The infected weren’t the only threat anymore. That much had become clear over the past few weeks. It wasn’t just the shambling hordes of zombies that kept me awake at night, but the survivors—the desperate ones, the ones who had lost too much, the ones who saw others as nothing more than resources to take.

The sound of intense panting and an amorous air surrounded me. A soft moan marked the end of that gratifying session between the pair. From the corner of my eye, I could secretly see the pair intertwined in bed. Agony and weariness crept all over me. Yet, there was nothing I could do. The woman on the bed put on a cardigan, then scooted over to my side. As her sharp nails rubbed against my neck, she asked, "Why are you still keeping her alive? You're not still in love with her, are you?"

Grey chuckles. ‘We should go and check it out. It could be serious.’ I tell Leo, to which he nods and picks me up. We reach the training area few minutes later, with me glued to Leo’s front and Grey walking beside us in silence. Once we’re there, everyone’s eyes turn to us. Well, almost everyone’s. One of the Deads is snarling and growling furiously at a male warrior from Leo’s pack. The Dead is in his wolf form, with blood dripping from his stomach, and the warrior is breathing heavily with scratch marks all over his naked torso.

He was almost unrecognizable. The once proud and upright heir was now gaunt, his clothes disheveled, his eyes filled with nothing but obsession and madness. He stared at me without blinking. For a moment, I saw the reflection of myself from another life, helpless, waiting for death on a sickbed. The wheel of fate had turned, revealing itself in this twisted way. Riven shifted slightly, stepping half a pace in front of me, and asked in a low voice, “Do you want me to handle this?”