The Living Dead Novel Novels & Stories

“I alone have defeated the darkness ! Behold, these creeps are nothing against my power !” The people do not manage to respond before an attack is immediately put in behind Saren. With one strike the assembly is halved, and they have to despair when seeing how their comrades are dragged away. The big, fur-clad Hrazgouls drill their teeth into the limbs, and with powerful blows off the neck the sawtooths cut clean cuts through the bodies, leaving gaping holes. The worst situation is for the victims of the pale ones. These living dead have teeth as dull as when they were human. But their bite is tough and the neck strong so they pull till the skin bursts on the still living poor souls and devo

He froze in place and shallowed his breathing while he looked to see two more walking not far behind her. He was grateful that his leg had stopped bleeding heavily and that he’d gutted the deer so that the smell of its blood would overshadow the smell of his own. Even if it was only a small amount of blood oozing from him at that point, the breeze was blowing in their direction and he didn’t trust that the zombies wouldn’t have picked up on its scent, had the deer not been there. After all, they may look like a human, but their humanity was long gone. They were mindless, unmerciful predators who were driven by animal instinct.

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.

From the looks of it, the spirit was that of a man who had recently died and was still struggling to accept his death. The Ancient one looked at the red outline around the spirit and peered intently. The red outline was faint which meant that he had been killed and not died because of natural death. “How did you come here? And who killed you?” The ancient one demanded to know. He knew that humans were a bunch of idiots who killed each other over the silliest things, but they didn't even come close to werewolves who were an abomination.

Zylo stated and they all followed him to go to their kingdom. •*•*•*•* After several minutes, Ynna and Eula arrived in the place of the dead beast and they checked it out. "He's long dead..." Eula commented and there's a small light came out from the body. Ynna grabs it and absorbs it. "I'll be giving this to Rosell when I get back." She commented while staring at the dead body. "It looks like this was the doing of the princess and her cat." Eula said and Ynna nodded.

"Living people, he is a living person... This is the smell of living people! There are actually living people coming here! Haha! I want to have a big meal, eat happily! I haven't been full for a long time. Oh, I remember, I seem to be dead, but so what? Now I pursue flesh and blood, I just want to devour flesh and blood!" "What's death? What's life? Maybe I'm dead, and his aura... is the smell of a living person! A living person must not be missed! I'm going to swallow him, eat him! Eat, eat, eat, swallow, swallow, swallow! Kill, kill, kill, kill!"

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

He motioned for Edwin to sit in it. “It has been a long night of surprises,” Claus said as he watched Edwin settle into the chair with the poise of a proud tribal chief he once knew. “It isn’t often that we leave a man for dead only to have him reappear a vampire. There is the need for blood upon awakening which is normally provided by the maker. How did you manage?” Edwin shrugged, “I awoke to two wolves fighting over me.” “You killed them both?” Claus asked with raised brow. “That’s most unusual. It generally takes a while to reconnect with your body.”

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

She opened it—pages parting easily now, as though the book recognized her exhaustion and offered no resistance. She flipped past the early chapters she had already memorized. Deeper. To the sections she had only skimmed before, too afraid to linger. *Control of the Undead* The script here was denser, colder. Diagrams of binding circles, sigils of domination, lists of names for the restless dead. Zombies—simple thralls of flesh, bound by will alone. Ghouls—carrion-eaters, drawn by hunger, controlled through offerings of meat and bone.