Oblivion Turn Undead Novels & Stories

Screams, gunfire, and the sickening growls of the undead filled the air. As the night deepened, it became clear that this was no ordinary attack. The zombies’ newfound coordination hinted at something more sinister—something that might change the course of humanity forever if left unchecked. For now, the camp fought valiantly to hold the line, but the world was watching, and the nightmare was far from over.

Also, despite the number of Undeads under the thick snows around us non of them were awake fully, all of them were just in the sate of dormancy, only under the conditions of full contact or me a living being got very close to them then they will woke up from their dormancy states. “Just how you were able to completely avoid all the Undeads and also just simply figured out the Guards careful eyes…”. (Alfred) “I have done this sort of things so many times…also, compared to what I have done in the past…these static kind of patrolling were nothing to me…I have done more imposing and harder infiltrations mission than you can ever imagine..”.

“By the hands of the old gods themselves. And even then, it took divine intervention to seal them away. But seals weaken. Magic fades.” He looked between us, his expression grim. “The Undead don’t die. They spread like rot through the world until there’s nothing left to feed on but themselves.” A chill crawled up my spine, and for a moment, the wind seemed to die too. “If you want to protect Scarlett, then stop chasing vengeance and start preparing for extinction. Because if we don’t unite now, there won’t be a world left for either of you to save.” The silence that followed was suffocating.

Slashing at the creature with his claws, Ren tears off anything and everything he can get his hands on. Ren throws his head back, a ferocious roar filling the now empty room, as he throws the head of the General at the feet of Osiris, puffing out his chest in triump. Our eyes scan the room around us, torn body parts are scattered all over the white, marble floor, falling soldiers piling on top of each other. Levi’s POV Waking on the floor, surrounded by an undead army is NOT how I thought my day was going to turn out. Although, this is not the first time that I have woken up surrounded by undead creatures. Vampires sure are a kinky bunch to say the least.

Only the stillness of an open grave. Ellie’s signet ring didn't just glow; it shrieked. A jagged, pulsing crimson light radiated from the stone, casting long, distorted shadows across the grey dust. She reached out with her inner sight, trying to find the golden threads of the Alliance, but what she found made her stumble. The threads weren't just frayed; they were being knotted into intricate, suffocating patterns—the **Legion of Bone** was literally weaving the life force of the sleeping wolves into a shroud.

However, they will not die and anyone who will be infused with the venom of the Undead, will also turn into one. Which is why if an Undead is spotted, it is crucial to lock them in a coffin and bury them deep in the ground through a burying ritual. The ritual puts them under a comatose state and only a witch can carry out the process. Once buried, the Undead will not rise unless the grave is disturbed. “We have to inform the Duke,” Leo said. “I think the Undead are the ones attacking up North. We must go immediately!” …

Elder Lucriel said. “It’s better to be cautious, Elder Lucriel. Don’t underestimate the army of the undead because they are not normal ones. Those undead can use magic too and regenerate itself like those monsters outside.” I said, and they gasped. “Thank you for the warning, Lady Alice.” they all said. After discussing some changes of the plan, I opened a portal then Val, Azrael and I entered.

They were beings of raw, unpolished obsidian and prehistoric blood, and they were holding the Scythes of the Un-Made. "The Twenty-Fifth Cycle is the Cycle of the Shroud," the First Luna spoke, her form fading into the starlight. "And you’re going to need more than a key to survive the Funeral of the World." The lilies turned to black ash. The white sky turned into a funeral shroud of silver-and-gold. I stood in the center of the ash, holding the crying baby and the hand of my mate. "Eryx, are you ready?" I asked. "I’ve been ready since the square, Darlene," he said, his crimson eyes igniting with a prehistoric fury.

You need to fight it right now, or we'll lose! The golden eyes of Thorne shrunk. "It's energy, it's pure chaos!" Get past the Crescent Moon! Then you can live!" Draven looked right at me with his dark blue eyes. "Moonbound..." "Wake up completely, or we will all die. Have faith in yourself." As the Heart of Oblivion grew and took over the night, red, silver, and black sparks flew through the trees. My chest hurt and my body shook, but my will was stronger than my fear.