Oblivion Turn Undead Novels & Stories

Its lips curled into a twisted smile as it watched us struggle against its formidable defenses. "Foolish humans," it growled, its voice dripping with contempt. "Did you truly believe you could defeat me? I am the master of the undead, the harbinger of a new age of darkness!" As if in response to its words, the thunderous roar of the undead horde echoed through the castle, a chilling reminder of the impending doom that awaited us. Elijah's face paled, his expression a mixture of fear and determination. "We have to find a way to stop that army," he said, his voice strained. "If they reach the fortress, all will be lost."

"The rules are simple; Don't get found, and you won't die." My fingers trembled slightly. I swallowed hard, trying to push the fear away, but it resurfaced almost instantaneously. "Medusa turns players to stone with eye contact." "The Reaper harvest souls upon contact with his soul cutter." "Dracula may choose to kill or turn players into thralls, but who are we kidding, he would probably kill you all." Panic exploded in my chest. "No… no… this is an impossible situation!" "I'm dead! We're all dead!"

She looked down at his jacket, noticing the dark stain blooming over his side, but she didn't push him away. "Julian reached the badlands," Eva said, her voice turning cold again as she pointed at the glowing red map. "The Creators activated something in the refugee sector. Our people are changing, Justin. They aren't just sick. They're turning into armored weapons." Justin stared at the red dots covering the screen. He reached out, his warm, rough hand covering Eva's cold fingers on the glass edge. "We gave him a second chance," Justin said, his eyes locking onto hers with a fierce, deadly promise. "Now we give him a grave.”

Their eyes were just as empty and lifeless as before. They turned slowly, then started walking toward Sam again without the slightest pause. They were steady and unhurried as if that huge blow hadn't meant a thing. "So they really can't be killed?" Aria's face went grim, and disbelief crept into her eyes. She knew better than anyone how hard Sam could hit. Even fish at the market stalls would scatter when he walked by. Aria looked up, her gaze locked on the two revenants. "Their bodies have been refined through some kind of special process. Runes have replaced their meridians, and necrotic blight is what keeps their flesh going.

The morning sun barely penetrated the haze of dust and decay that hung over the desolate campus. Shadows danced across the rubble-strewn ground as the tension in the air thickened. The group—Joseph, Luke, Mira, Collins, Jeff, Favour, and Sarah—stood trapped in a suffocating circle of fear. Akin stood at the center, flanked by his sentient zombie and a horde of undead, their vacant, lifeless eyes trained on their prey.

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!” …