Undead Acres Novels & Stories

The campus stretched out in eerie silence, broken only by the occasional groans of the undead. The once-vibrant environment was now a decaying graveyard, with broken glass glinting in the pale sunlight and abandoned belongings scattered along cracked pavements. Amidst this desolation, a lone figure lay sprawled in the middle of the street, arms folded beneath his head as if he were basking on a beach. Akin opened his eyes lazily, blinking up at the sky. His bloodshot irises gleamed in the light, giving him an almost ethereal appearance. He yawned, stretched, and rolled onto his side, propping himself up with one arm.

##1 ##1 Shaina, tell me how Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel was defeated? Tell me how the Undead King died? (Ashg.)

“The vampires in our town do not hunt humans and are trained to live peacefully with everyone. If they had done so, they would have been punished as per the law! This...this is an Undead!” The Undead are a special class of creatures which differ from werewolves and vampires. They are the unburied remains of humans who were once cursed by the Moon Goddess for a grave crime. No one knows what their crime was but the Moon Goddess had cursed them with a half life where they will not be able to feel anything except for infinite hunger. Their skin will rot off and they will remain in a state of decomposition for their entire existence. However, they will not die and anyone who will be infused with

There were black buildings old and decrepit sticking out of the grass at odd intervals giving it an eerie look. Both the alphas looked at each other and the landscape that seemed to have nothing but pale yellow grass and abandoned sites for miles together. Feeling uneasy, Valencia asked him, “Are we driving correctly? Why do I not recall this area of Grawd? Had it always been like this?” Her questions made even Dominic think for a moment. Though she liked to keep herself away from the human world, Dominic was the exact opposite. He mingled with them and posed as a real estate businessman but despite that even he had never visited this area of the city.

Karen the Luna of Red Blood Pack was standing right in front of Ella with a irritated look then with all seriousness she said “I, Karen Jones challenge you, Ella Morrighan for your title of Luna and your mate.” Well shit this is an official challenge so Ella has to accept it. What is this crazy pup thinking. She is already a Luna. I look at Ella and watch her facial expressions. At first I see shock then pissed off and finally I see the look of determination on Ellas face. Oh boy this is gonna be fun. Of course as Ellas parents, we were immediately afraid for her but with that look on her face. I wasn’t worried at all. Ella looked like she would tear this she wolf apart for threatening her m

CHAPTER SEVEN Part of Aleta’s favorite red hoodie turned up in some bramble outside of the city. It was cut, shredded, and stained. Animals had been gnawing and tearing at it, pulling it apart thread by thread by thread with their canines and incisors and grinding molars. From what they recovered of Aleta’s body, she had also been gnawed and ripped, but the animals pulling her apart had been a different sort. Angry Marie made a decision, then, and the impact of that decision would way heavy in her soul for the rest of her life. But seeing as her soul was pretty much tattered beyond recognition anyway, it didn’t seem like that much of a leap.

New Chapter Alert ● ACE Taking over a new pack was not as easy as it looked and taking over a pack like that of Brent's proved to be much more harder. Their economic situation was terrible. The owed a lot of packs and Brent used his pack members as collateral. Their military stance was poor with only a hundred and fifty soldiers and the general situation of things was terrible. I needed to rebuild the pack, from scratch.

She moved closer towards her friend as they made their way to the counter to give their order. "Good morning." The beautiful burnet behind the desk politely smiled at them as she tapped a few times on the screen, Amara was the first to answer since she usually came here. "I'll have a Pumpkin Spice Latte, please." She spoke as she fisted her wallet from her bag. Charlotte had never drunk Starbucks coffee she thought the price was way to fucking high, but for this one time she was okay with it. But right now she was confused out of her mind, did it mean that there was pumpkin in the coffee?

Emily inquired from her mother with tears flowing down her cheeks. "Of course his wife is not dead. Don't you understand? We know them to be married on paper. But in Darryl's heart, he has never been married before. Therefore, he does not have a dead person for a wife. This is simple logic. Are you that dumb to not understand this?" Mrs Davis said with great disappointment.

Mace Sinclair navigated the streets of Veridian Heights in the dead of night. The city was a quiet, slumbering giant with its towering skyscrapers now reduced to mere silhouettes against the dark canvas of the sky. The city's usual cacophony was replaced by an eerie, almost haunting silence. Only the soft hum of his car's engine disrupted the stillness. His hands gripped the steering wheel with a tension that mirrored the unresolved turmoil within him. The sleek, black car glided through the empty streets with the grace of a shadow. Mace's jaw remained clenched, his emotions buried deep within his chiseled features.