Undead Acres Novels & Stories

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!

My anxiety grew with each breath that I took. From my window, I could see the vast forest. The forest where Natalie found me and just looking at it makes me wonder how far it is from here to Azeala's pack and what lies on the other side of the forest. A town, pack? Vampires Den? I have no clue. I can’t go back to Azeala. Azeala should be the last place I should be thinking about. No one wants me there and even if I should go back, this isn’t how I envisioned it. So far, this seems like the only place I can live for now and think things through but at the same time, I don’t want to stay. I barely know these people with weird ages and they look too suspicious. I drew in a sharp breath and watc

*Meadow* This is a world I know nothing about, and to be honest, it is scarier than the supernatural world. I can only sit and watch as Caleb and the other pack members discuss about the legal procedures regarding the new company. What they found out was simple; The New Frontier is the name, a new multinational with only 7 years in the business; it began to implement a type of shifting agriculture system in which they acquired a piece of land and proceeded to exploit the resources until they were gone, and then move to another area, selling the infertile land cheap to farmers, who realised only too late about the truth of their lands. It was really awful how they had scammed so many families

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.

NOAH'S POV I sat down on the cold, bare forest floor, cradling Ares’ head gently on my lap. His chest rose and fell with painful, uneven breaths. A dagger was lodged straight through his heart—a cruel piece of metal that didn’t belong in the strongest man I knew. The woods around us were unfamiliar, eerie, and silent. My hands trembled as I reached for the weapon. The moment my fingers brushed it, a sizzle of pain shot through me. I snatched my hand back and stared in horror. The dagger was coated in wolfsbane—werewolves biggest fear.

He said gently, "Sadie, let the past die with yesterday. From now on, you will be reborn anew. I hope your days from here on will be filled with joy." Standing on the rooftop, Nemera raised her champagne glass, clinking it against his before drinking it all in one breath. "Now, I have only one regret left," Nemera said softly. "What is it?" Noah asked. Nemera looked at him with a strange smile. "Well, my regret is… that you're still alive." "What did you say?" Noah's eyes widened. Suddenly, he clutched his head and dropped to his knees. "How's the champagne with a little something extra?" she asked sweetly.