Undead Adalah Novels & Stories

’ 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.

After going through the subsequent days of torment, Peter was rendered to just a bag of bones who looked sickly. I, on the contrary, regained my health gradually. A healthy complexion returned to my face too. I chose a gravesite for my unborn child. I buried the child's checkup reports, ultrasound imaging, and clothes in the ground. While stroking the ice-cold gravestone with tears streaming down my face, I said, "Come back to me and be my child in your next life, okay?"

It felt like a weight was lifted off of me because off all the trouble that would be to keep dying and hiding until I died. Some people wanted nothing to do with becoming one because we weren't eternal beings. We died after a couple hundred years and drank blood like it was fine wine. Or if you were a savage that had no control of your human self my become a monster that kills anything that moves. We are usually stronger than them and take them down with no mercy. In the beginning some vampires tried to break people out of this frenzy but they never did.

Elizabeth took one of the books and left it open on a page and then handed it over to Mr Murray “as you are aware we did see one of the undead on our road here, but I would like you to take a look at the drawing of them in this book and confirm what we say” The page presented a decomposing corpse in profile “some of them look like it. Some of them look even worse, more decomposed and putrid.” Alan said. “I see… these dead are categorized as Arcane Undead” Elizabeth explained as the two men stopped eating and the only two things in the room that could be heard at the moment were the sizzling of the fire and her voice. “You see mister Murray there are many kinds of undead, and they can come in

“Why not?” “Because I’m an undead.” I blinked in confusion at his answer, not sure what that meant, “Fae and undead do not go hand in hand. We’re too different. This is why I rarely ever visit the magic forest.” “Undead?” I tilted my head. “Hmm, how do I explain this?” He thought about it but Nena took the chance before him. “It means he’s not really alive but at the same time he isn’t dead either!” She was swaying her legs as she sat by me on the sofa.

I mean, I got to enjoy tormenting their souls for a while before they could enter the gates of the spirit paradise if they were good enough and the spirit prison if they weren't. But then there came the undead: those who stood between living and death. They get to have mortal bodies, but their real physical form would be left behind, buried and mourned over by their loved ones. Precisely speaking, the undead were souls with human flesh. I can easily tell them that, but it would be very hard to explain, so I go for the term undead, which they understood better. They are scattered all over the world, actually, but most of them were almost invisible, which is where the ghosts transpire from, so

“New York. “She said, as she offered me her hand, which I take wholeheartedly. “My name is Helena, Helena Mountbatten.” “I assume you are traveling too?” He said, I noticed that he was just okay and still warm. Okay, he was not an ‘undead’. The undead are people who did not like living and did not like dying too. So they just hang around in the world, mostly in the underworld and sometimes make their way to the human world. “Yes, do you mind if we hang around, like roam the town for a little since my friends are no where to be seen yet? I am kind of scared being alone in a foreign country.”

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.

"Jimmie... will you put the book away and come to bed? Please? Come on, babe..." I stared at the diagram, then turned to look at Devon. He was sitting up, half-naked in the moonlight, looking so warm, so alive, and so blissfully unaware. My voice felt small and hollow as I asked the question I was terrified to hear the answer to. "Devon?" "Yes?" "What... what are the Undead?" THE END?