Undead Acres Novels & Stories

He took her hand again, carefully, gently and whispered into the dim room. "You broke me once, Nancy. But God help me... I don't think I can watch you break again." His thumb brushed her knuckles. The room fell into silence. Nancy slept. Arjun stayed. And the past they never spoke of sat between them, finally awake. _____________ On the other hand, Ryker was already at the place where he was ready to unleash the devil inside him. He was ready to taste blood again but in a little more crueler way but not cruel enough to end his prey. The dungeon was the place no one in the country knew existed. A forgotten underground chamber beneath the old horse stables- cold stone walls, rusted rings hamme

The place was unnervingly quiet. I froze as a vulture suddenly flew out of my mother’s room. Another followed, then another. My heart sank. Summoning every ounce of courage, I stepped inside. My feet landed in something thick and cold—blood. I let out a scream as my eyes fell on the horrifying scene before me. My father’s headless body lay sprawled on the floor, a pool of blood surrounding him. My gaze shifted, and there was my mother—her lifeless body pinned to the wall with a sword through her throat. Her chest had been ravaged by vultures.

Instead, it had only resulted in a heavy, drowning silence following the destruction of something sacred. He stood at the edge of the area within the trees, watching ashes move in different directions through the air like fading snowflakes. The healers were busy looking after the injured, while the Luna gave out orders with a voice sharp enough to pierce through the sadness. Yet there was an unspoken fear among them all—the unsettling worry that the fire hadn’t truly finished what it had started. Because somewhere out there, beyond those trees… Lydia was still alive. And that meant the Purge had not purified anything at all; it had simply awakened her.

The yard had disappeared. Not literally, of course, but everything familiar about it had been buried under a thick, untouched layer of snow that stretched from the steps all the way to the fence line. The shrubs along the edges had turned into smooth rounded shapes, their branches hidden beneath drifts that looked soft enough to dive into. Behind me the door creaked open again. Lucas burst through it like a small red comet. "I told you!" he shouted triumphantly, his voice ringing across the quiet morning air.

It would fix me in an unblinking stare while its black lips curled into a sinister sneer. I would try to look away, but find I couldn’t move as a sense of dread washed over me. Then, as soon as it appeared it was gone, replaced by an image even more horrific, that of someone I loved dying a gruesome death while the creature’s high-pitched cackle sounded in my head. My father, my aunt, my mates, my friends. The victim changed every night but it always ended the same, with me waking up screaming with the all too real scent of blood still in my nostrils.

Estefania Fantozzi Saunders 1967-97 Rest in peace our beautiful angel Ryan took off the dead flowers and placed the beautiful new ones on her grave. "Hey mummy, it's Ryan. I brought new flowers for you. It's December 15th already again. I can't believe it's been so long without you. I miss you everyday. This time I brought someone with me, I have a girlfriend. Crazy huh? I really like her, I'm sure you do too" he said sadly. I bent down and touched her grave stone "hello Mrs. Saunders. I'm Maddie and I've heard so much about you. You sound like a wonderful and talented woman. I hope that we can meet one day." I smiled sadly.

There was something I was dying to know, and I thought Spencer might be willing to tell me. “So, Spencer, can I ask you a question?” He shrugs, not looking back at me as we exit the kitchen to go towards the family room. “Shoot.” I bit on my lip while forming my question. “How did you all... get this place?” Spencer opens the basement door and starts to descend the stairs. “You mean, do Shape Shifters work?” I opened my mouth to apologize for sounding rude, but Spencer kept speaking. “Well, Stephan's family owns a company. Who knows what it is. But, they have so much money, they were able to create this sanctuary for all the supernatural being who have nowhere else to go.”

| The Encounter | TIME PASSED by without you even knowing it. The more you ignore the time, the faster it ticks. First day in College gone better as I expected. No hassle at all. I even meet new girlfriends which share the same interests as mine—Nena, a black American girl who loves coffee and books, Trix, a foodie blonde girl, and Evette, the fashionista. Though I was a bit left behind by being a sassy lady like Evette, still we share the same interests when it comes to putting light retouches on our faces.

"What happened to them?" He let out a deep breath. "They were decimated. When they were found, the whole pack had been destroyed. No one was left alive." "Who killed them?" I asked just as the elevator doors opened, imagining a sea of red blood against the white fur and snow. "I'll give you three guesses, and the first two don't count," he replied, placing his hand on the small of my back again, guiding me down the hallway. "Nightshade." "Bingo."

Every cultivator who knew that the Undead were coming back felt immense pressure, no matter the species or tribe. A team of reconnoiters was currently hiding near the Yorkshire Palace, taking notes on the situation there. There were five of them, standing by at the largest divine clan in the Western Ridge- ‘The Great Heavens!’ “The Yorkshire Palace must have a passageway for them to show up there suddenly.” “From what I know, they wouldn’t make any large movements now. They would most likely build their foundation from the start. I heard that the Undead wouldn’t be able to exist within the human world for long periods of time.”