Undead Characters Novelas e Histórias

He gave her a glass of water and pulled a chair to sit in front of her. “Magda came back to ask for their forgiveness, but when she was here, one of Trald’s very good friends, Alan was also here. Alan had saved Trald’s life in the human realm. He was a police office over there. Trald had gone for some work to the human realm when a group called ‘Inferi’ wanted to capture him. The group is notorious in capturing and killing Lore people. Alan tricked them and saved Trald, and obviously for Alan, Trald became one of the most loyal friends. Alan had come to pay a visit to Trald and it was during that time Magda came. This time she charmed Alan, who fell for her like mad.”

He was running on the idea that if you ruled out everything, then what it left would be the truth. “What’s that?” April wanted to hear every side of all the arguments so she could rule out the impossible. “If he were an undead creature, being forgotten means those around him are unaware of him when he becomes active again and they could more easily fall victim to him.” Hayden knew this was crazy, but they were talking to an undead from before the accords were signed. “Insidious. Likely, and just plain nasty. He’d have disappeared from active existence before the accords.” April could see how this might happen. A vampire lying low for a century or two would not be unheard of.

Instantly, the water thorns inside the vortex, like metal weapons, tore the skeleton undead into pieces. "Sizzle sizzle!" A scarlet light swiftly flew out from within the vortex. After which, it was swallowed up by a huge skeleton undead. The next moment, the other party's body clearly became stronger. "That's Undead Fire, which represents the lives of these undead creatures. Only by completely destroying their Undead Fire can we completely kill them!" "Boom!" With one hand, with an aura that could cover the stars and hold the moon, it directly pinched more than a dozen skeleton spirits.

I nod and pull the stopwatch out of my pocket to start counting down the time as they enter. This team has two athletic alphas, a tall but uncoordinated beta, a thin but fast beta, and a red-haired tiny omega who looks super useless. I don't think I've seen her make a single facial expression or move with intention even once. The two more athletic alphas help the redhead while the others fend for themselves. They don't have much teamwork and they don't communicate at all.

As for the undead, they were divided into three stages: Deathness, Deathless, and Deathlessness. Deathness was the stage of recently converted undead, Deathless was the stage where ones who eventually evolved after consuming living souls or roamed long enough to absorb a vile amount of rotting energy to evolve, and finally was Deathlessness which was gotten by undead who had lived for millenniums while consuming souls. Only people with abilities as high as the kings or crazy dark horses like Genad could defeat such monsters which was why they were confident enough to be here in the first place. Such high-leveled undead were barely seen due to frequent taming from time to time by the Deadman

And hunters wanted to shroud werewolves in secrecy too, because chaos and panic weren't their cup of tea. But what unfolded before Celeste's eyes left her with a tinge of suspicion. Could it be that the hunters had formed an unholy alliance with other forces? Suddenly, another character sauntered in–a man who didn't quite fit the hunter mold, either. He sported a shiny bald head atop a portly frame. His eyes gleamed with a wicked twinkle, and his complete lack of lab attire only added to the enigma. Observing Kevin and Celeste, the bald man settled himself onto a leather chair, nonchalantly propping up his legs like a lord of leisure.

"And second, you really don’t have much of a choice here. Now be a good girl and listen." I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. He was right—I didn’t have a choice. "I don’t know if your brother told you this, but you’re no longer the Luna. You’re just an ordinary werewolf now. Your friends will explain the details. So, since you lost your mate, and I lost mine long ago... why don’t we come together as second-chance mates?" He winked. And I almost threw up at the sight "Don’t push your luck. You didn’t lose your mate, you murdered her. And there is no way—no damn way—I’m ever going to be mated to a monster like you."

"Now move." We marched forward, our steps growing heavier as the ruined Wall loomed ahead, closer now. And then I saw them; figures moving in the distance. Not alive. Not fully. Their shapes were distorted, twisted with the magic that still clung to this cursed land. Undead. Creatures that had been twisted into something far worse than death. Werewolves, half-decayed and stinking of rot, their eyes clouded with madness. They fought wildly, tearing into the southern pack, and beyond them, I saw more. A whole army of the dead.

The morning sun barely penetrated the haze of dust and decay that hung over the desolate campus. Shadows danced across the rubble-strewn ground as the tension in the air thickened. The group—Joseph, Luke, Mira, Collins, Jeff, Favour, and Sarah—stood trapped in a suffocating circle of fear. Akin stood at the center, flanked by his sentient zombie and a horde of undead, their vacant, lifeless eyes trained on their prey.

My heart sank, and I instinctively tried to step away, but he was already striding toward me. "Ella!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the chatter. "It's really you! You're not dead!" Everyone around turned to look. Their gazes were full of curiosity and scrutiny. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. "Signor, you've got the wrong person," I said coldly. "I'm Luna Kane, not Ella." "Wrong person?" Vincenzo laughed. His voice dripped with madness. "You can change your name, your hair, everything, but I know you. I'll never forget your eyes, your nose, and the corner of your mouth."