Oblivion Turn Undead Novels & Stories

"It is an observation, not a confirmed fact. But you should know it." "Tell me." "The methodology the Bloodless are developing, destroying abilities rather than extracting them, it is based on something very old. Pre-Covenant old." She lowered her voice further. "There are texts from the original supernatural age that describe a ritual called the Unminding. It was created by the First Born." I stared at her. "The First Born created something that destroys abilities?"

“They own no territory. They hold no true royal claim. They cannot bargain with him the way Lucian did, and they will not last a second there.” Calista’s name sat in my mind like poison. Beverly’s red eyes followed. Spiro’s voice remained steady, almost formal, which somehow made the punishment sound worse. “Their souls will be consumed,” Spiro explained. “They will become part of the undead forever, slaves to their own choices, with no chance of ever being reborn.”

"We end this tonight!" I met his blazing gaze, nodding, the moon's glow casting a ghostly silhouette behind him. Like a tidal wave, our allies surged forward, the lines between life and undeath colliding with a violence that shook the earth itself. Our strategy was simple, if not frantic—a slash, a dodge, an unyielding onslaught. I darted left, my jaws snapping shut on the decomposing limb of a too-close-for-comfort zombie. The limb detached with a grotesque snap and regrew. Using my blowtorch, the zombie rogue now turned to dust.

- Now, I need to leave you alone before your people will arrive. A few seconds later, the vampire was gone, and Luna felt utterly lonely. She sat next to Lizzie, waiting for her warriors to arrive. - I am so sorry. - She whispered. Soon, the men from the pack arrived. They took Lizzie's body, and Katherine followed them. They were surrounded by silence. There have been years since someone lost their life in their pack. Katherine expected to see her husband, as Alpha should be here to support his people. But he was busy entertaining a murderer.

Thea gets serious again. “Well, she told me that she came up with the name Undead not because they couldn’t die, like she wrote in her journal, but because they actually died before they were revived. An Undead is created through death, literally. That’s how Thalia created her first one: she killed the guy then revived him through dark magic. She could only make one because it drained a lot of her power. Next Undeads can be created without magic. The only thing needed would be a born Undead’s blood. It couldn’t be the first one that Thalia created, since he wasn’t born as an Undead, but… he had a son... and Cornelia has been using his blood to create Undeads for years. Who knows how many of

And then I saw it. Their bodies wolves, vampires, witches alike began to change. Eyes glazed over, limbs twitching unnaturally, skin turning gray and slick. They rose, snarling, not as people anymore but as thralls twisted, corrupted puppets of the Ancient Ones. “They’re infecting them,” Lucien said, his voice tight. “They’re turning them into an army.” I took a step back, barely able to process what was happening. Everything I’d fought for the unity we built, the future we almost touched was being swallowed by this darkness. And then, from the chaos, one of the larger creatures turned its hollow face toward me.

"They've breached the outer walls. Rogues loyal to Sharona. And something else... creatures I've never seen before. Not wolves. Not witches. Something like a dried up bones that keeps standing. Something that can't be killed." I curse under my breath. "They've unleashed the Hollowborn..." "The what?" Alessia asks, her heart pounding. I explain. "The Hollowborn is the summoning of the dead. They are more like, dead soldiers. They feel nothing. And cannot be defeated, unless the one who controls them is..." "No time!" Darren cuts in. "We need you, Alessia. The frontlines are falling. You have any pent up powers? This is the time to unleash it. It's our only hope now."

When your soul has reincarnated, it doesn't matter whether you are a strong level or not, what matters is the evolution. “Ha~” Yao Tie wiped his sweat using the [Undead Robe]. He has no inventory so he can't store the equipment he found in this dungeon. “I will fight the boss soon…” He pointed out that the boss here was the Undead Great Summoner. A boss-type ghoul that can summon dozens of ghouls in an instant. He guessed that this would be enough for [Soul Blood Throat].

"So, Alpha, how does it feel to meet your demise? Your reign ends here." Rowland, though weakened and bloodied, met his gaze with unwavering resolve. "You underestimate the strength of unity and loyalty. Our pack will prevail, even in the face of darkness." The second villain, a cunning wolf with piercing yellow eyes, cackled menacingly. "Unity? Loyalty? Such feeble ideals. We will crush your pack and make you witness its downfall." As they closed in for the final assault, a surge of power surged through me, transforming my stance. My eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity, and my voice dripped with an eerie calmness. "You will not lay a paw on him. Not while I draw breath."

Darkness..... Where is this place? I can't see anything. Oh, I remembered, I was killed by....by those bastards...Cruel, They were so cruel. ... ... So this is the place people go after death? Why is it so dark? Wait...I seem to hear something. ... ... " Sheeran, Hey dude, what are you doing, man? Why are you sleeping at such an important event? " " Dude, Wake up, it's going to be your turn soon; damn, what's wrong with you? " *Whake* ' I am feeling pain? Wake up ? ' amidst the confusing thoughts, my eyes opened. " Damn, bro, you finally woke up; pay attention, will you? Your turn will come soon. " I turned in the direction of the voice which came from my right side. A boy with