Undead Acres Novels & Stories

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.

The odds seemed stacked against her, and the weight of the situation was almost unbearable. Nysaa then noticed another set of documents and a journal that Dr. Ruiz had managed to salvage before her house was demolished. These items were precious to her, a small piece of her past that had survived Mace's ruthless actions. She realized that the journal contained the story of her foster mother's life, the pain she had endured, and the vendetta she held against the Sinclair family, especially Mace.

CHAPTER 1: WELCOME FELLOW UNDEADS WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! JUST BEWARE!

They both vanish in the next split second to Goddess knows where. This place is a whole mess. I do not know which is worse, the barren lands where the undead are residing or here in which thousands and millions of souls are begging for mercy. Barren lands? Undead? Where did that thought come from? I shook my head as if to erase the sudden idea that popped in my head.

It was even worse for them due to their long history. The Undead were a race of people who had lived as long as, if not longer than the Beastmen, yet they hadn’t been so influenced by time. This was because unlike the Beastmen who were confined by the finiteness of their lifespans, the Undead were near immortal beings that could live till the end of time if they weren’t killed! Although time had come seeking to lay with them, they only danced with her in a ball of elegance and negotiation before letting her stay as nothing but a guest. They weren’t as promiscuous as the Beastmen who embraced time and shamelessly offered it kinship. Because of this, although the Undead were able to retain muc

Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot. Only then did a question arise within me. After the deaths of my parents and Vivian, I never saw their souls. So why did I remain? The system finally appeared and answered my doubt. It said it had seen how painful my life had been, and how tragic my death was. So it used its power to keep my soul intact, allowing me to witness their downfall with my own eyes. Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn.

Something Maya has no useful word for. The word would have to describe a man aiming twelve bodies the way she would aim one rifle, and English, having spent centuries finding twelve ways to describe uncomfortable chairs, apparently never prepared for this. Marcus turns the pack. Points it. The dead come over the west fence and meet a thing already there to meet them. One animal with thirty heads.

If they could stop being at each other’s neck for just one minute, then they would realize that something may be wrong. I sniff the air. Trying to separate the different scents that were surrounding me. That’s when I catch the smell of rotting flesh. I don’t have time to warn the rest because a dozen or so undead burst through the opposite side and come barreling toward us. I guess Agron and Khaos didn’t waste time in attacking. “Oh shit” Xavier says. I go into battle mode. Jumping on one of the undead, I tore his head clean off his shoulder before going to the next one.