Undead Characters Novels & Stories

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

But they had to hurry- it wouldn't take them long to figure out what or rather who was under the hood. The person in the center took one last look at the retreating figures of the werewolves and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been easy to distract the hycwens with a sudden appearance, yet the hycwens were a notorious breed known for their bloodlust, though they were a bit dim-witted. 20 feet above the ground, the hycwens' mouths continued to bicker, "Is it dead? I wanted to play with it a bit.." The person whirled around and stood on their feet in one swift move, discarding the hood.

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

"So, Alpha, how does it feel to meet your demise? Your reign ends here." Rowland, though weakened and bloodied, met his gaze with unwavering resolve. "You underestimate the strength of unity and loyalty. Our pack will prevail, even in the face of darkness." The second villain, a cunning wolf with piercing yellow eyes, cackled menacingly. "Unity? Loyalty? Such feeble ideals. We will crush your pack and make you witness its downfall." As they closed in for the final assault, a surge of power surged through me, transforming my stance. My eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity, and my voice dripped with an eerie calmness. "You will not lay a paw on him. Not while I draw breath."

‘Don’t worry ice cream, we’ll destroy her like we did before and this time she won’t take anything with her. I swallowed hard. ‘She almost…’ ‘Trust me.’ I nodded, taking a deep breath. “Advanced monsters?” the Beta asked as we lingered over that possibility for a second. “Worse,” I said quietly. Charlie sat up now. “There was once a book with lists of-of undead creatures that demons or any other evil being can reform undead from the underworld into…” “Where is it then?” the Gamma asked but Charlie’s face already answered it. “The book of the undead was said to be in every packhouse but I’ve searched everywhere. I even pulled out a search crew to ma-make it easier. Nothing was… found.”

" Undead army are created by summoning the souls of dead beings and resurrecting them into dead bodies. This is a very hideous black magic of shaman type of necromancer." Loren looked at me in surprise, he wasn't expecting me to actually explain him in the middle of the duel. " Oh that is it? You can deal with them because they seem to be not dying even after we slit their throats," saying that Loren backed off with Xavier. With a side glance I noticed that Xavier got a small cut in his left arm while fighting with one undead. That shit conflicted me . How dare a dead corpse lay its hands on my knight? I tried to chant the spell again while Loren and Xavier protected me from approaching unde

The warriors that had spilled out of the palace are now lined in front of the doors, protecting the palace from infiltration to make sure that Scàthach is able to complete her ritual. “ATTACK!!!” I shout. There was a resounding roar coming from our warriors as we run full tilt toward the enemy. We were going to meet in the middle and hope that some spell casters can get out of the fight and to the children. I meet one of Scàthach’s warriors with a nice jab to the face, and he goes down, blood flowing from his nose. What people may not know is that when any God or Goddess chooses their warriors, they are alive, for all intents and purposes. They are granted a new physical body that mirrors th

There are various of people ahead us. But I am not quite sure if it would be alright for me to call them as people. To think that this would really happen… I didn't close my mind in it tho. But for me to see it in front of my eyes, I can't help but be slapped by the truth of how this world change completely. Not leaving any hint of it being back in the way it used to be. Charging at those undead, or should I call them zombies just like what we think of, Saypher did not show any hint of him surrendering. That is one of the thing that one can expect to the protagonists of this game.

the king demanded, his voice trembling. The guard stumbled forward, falling to his knees before the throne. He looked up, his eyes wide with terror. "It was not what we bargained for, sir. She...she..." "She what?" Seraphina yelled, impatiently. Her hand twitched towards the hilt of her sword, itching to draw it. The guard swallowed hard, his throat dry. "She's not human. She's a wolf, sir. A werewolf, your highness, and she...she killed everyone of us. I only managed to escape..."

She had escaped from the crypt. "He's not dead! He's not dead!" Daphne threw herself onto the coffin, pounding on the lid like a woman possessed, her voice so shredded it was barely human. "Stellan isn't dead! He's not dead! He's not dead! You can't bury him! He's really not dead!" The chapel erupted. Everyone stared at Daphne in shock, then at the coffin, then at each other.