Undead Acres Novels & Stories

That girl didn’t just wander into the woods and get killed. Someone—or something—led her there. ~~~ The next morning, I made my first move. Crescent Woods. “Okay, this is officially a dumb idea,” Nathan grumbled as we stood at the edge of the forest. “I second that,” Penny muttered. “It’s barely 8 AM, and you’re already dragging us into a horror movie plot.” I adjusted my hoodie and grinned. “Relax. We’re just looking.” Nathan crossed his arms. “Looking for what, exactly?”

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.

"This place has a weird atmosphere. Like someone died here before." Frank didn't answer immediately. He stood a few feet away, his back to me, hands in his pockets. "Not really," he said finally, his voice low. "But maybe someone will soon." I turned sharply. "What do you mean by that?" Before he could answer, I heard footsteps behind me. Heavy. Deliberate. I spun around. Three masked men emerged from the shadows of the unfinished building. Each wore dark clothing and a black ski mask that hid their faces. In their hands, they gripped wooden clubs—thick, brutal, the kind meant to break bones.

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

He handed each of us a copy of the test results without a word. King Damian chanced a look at me. "The soil beneath the playground where the children died had traces of old blood magic. We found the witch’s signature buried in the earth. But the thing is..." "What?" The King asked. "Who was it?" He looked scared to give us the name. “The Grey Bone Coven,” he whispered, like it hurt to say it. “They marked the place and mistakenly left a trace spell. It's an Old technique but we found them."

(1197) Amber It was a sunny day with not much going on in the houses lining the sidewalk. I moved back into the small town that I lived in when I was a kid on the outskirts of a busy city. I had no reason to return to this dreadful place other than a letter I received in the mail. Pulling into the driveway I saw my family home overgrown with vines not having been touched in years. Not since my parents deaths, saying they deserved it would have been an understatement. They way the treated my siblings and I they were lucky it was strangers and not their own blood.

Bery again looked at the other bank and shuddered all over, alert. From the forest appeared something that carried danger. Huge, dark carcass. Small silver eye beads. Bloodied mouth. Silent ugly screech. Undead. Fat, beefy undead. Right on the border. She cannot cross pure flowing water, but she did not come for this. She came for the girl.

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

They got up, becoming an undead horde under his control. “[Haunting Dead].”

**A Future Rewritten** The ruins of the once-grand mansion lay quiet under the pale morning light. The air, no longer heavy with an oppressive energy, was crisp and clear, carrying the promise of a new beginning. Clara stood at the edge of the debris, her fingers tightly clasped around Wickham’s hand. Behind them, Margaret, the Guardian, and the children surveyed the aftermath of the relic’s destruction. “This doesn’t feel real,” Margaret murmured, crouching to pick up a fragment of the broken stone that had once been the foundation of their home. “It’s like waking up from a nightmare.”