Undead Adalah Novels & Stories

J 12:33 before daybreak They were almost out of ammo. The undead were former soldiers, but they were now under the command of Papa Nightmare—someone who, Roo now knew, while brutal and merciless, was inexperienced as a military leader. The Voudon priest was used to a brute-force approach. The number of dismantled Civil War-era corpses piled up in the storage unit was a testament to Papa Nightmare’s lack of military acumen.

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.

Two days had passed since the game happened. Eleonna had numerous of nightmares for the past two days. Whatever distractions she does, the ghosts of the dead still bothers her. She doesn't even sleep sometimes so that she can prevent herself from dying in her sleep. Eleonna covered her face with her hands as she leaned on her chair. She didn't get enough sleep last night as usual. She wanted to skip class today but her uncle might suspect her for doing something. It's not like she didn't just put her life on the line last Saturday though. Not to mention the failed plan Audella and she made.

PERDITION PLAINS, HADES MANSION An affluent household held immeasurable distress. All visitors attending wore black. The Alderige daughter was still not present. Then the huge metal door of the ballroom flew open. Unleashing the ghost-like figure of a woman. Face covered with a black veil, Aberdeen walked down the aisle. She was expected to give her closing speech for her mother's funeral. Everyone in the room glanced at the woman in despair. Slowly walking like death fetching the soul of Nathalia lying peacefully at the end of the aisle.

She illustrated. I nodded my head to indicate that I understood what she was saying. I know very much about the dark heart monster they are talking about. His name is Beelzebub, and I have heard how he was revived by one of his servants, the same way Ryan is trying to revive the dark lord of Sensoi. Taking a glance at my team, I could see that they have woken up and are trying to recover their vitality. Still, I can see that they are now listening to our conversation. "Continue," I said to Ryan, trying my best to ignore my mom. Perhaps it might lessen the pain of betrayal I was feeling in my heart.

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.

— "To take someone's life." — The hall fell silent. — "Oh," Death Bear added casually, "by the way…" He tilted his head. "Have you heard of the Undead Army?" A faint smile appeared. "If not…" — "We are the Undead Army." — "And I…" — "…am their leader." — "Death Bear." — Silence. Heavy. Oppressive. — Everyone had heard of them. Even if they had never seen them before. The Undead Army— Was not just a name.

LUNA Alessandro’s name used to be whispered in the dead of night like an old maid’s tale. His first kill happened when he was twelve years old. His father was attacked. If it weren’t for Sandro, his father would have died then. He is dead anyway, four years later. That’s when people truly feared that name. Both of his parents were dead. Rumour is that Alessandro created a blood bath at sixteen years old to protect his folks. He didn’t succeed. His parents were brutally murdered.

**A Door to Darkness** The once cozy cabin has become a fortress under siege. The wind howls outside, shaking the fragile structure, while the ominous voice beyond the door echoes with a bone-chilling threat. Shadows dance on the walls, illuminated only by the flickering light from the fireplace. Inside, the tension is suffocating as Ethan, Sophia, and Jason stand frozen, their minds racing to comprehend the danger creeping closer.

’ He shook his head. ‘You sure about that?’ Why was he always so convinced of things he didn’t know? ‘We won’t know if she’s dead, Genius.’ He had me there. Dying in the heat is a horrible death. It has historically been used as a method of torture or execution for she-wolves.