Undead Characters Novels & Stories

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

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.

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.

Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot. Only then did a question arise within me. After the deaths of my parents and Vivian, I never saw their souls. So why did I remain? The system finally appeared and answered my doubt. It said it had seen how painful my life had been, and how tragic my death was. So it used its power to keep my soul intact, allowing me to witness their downfall with my own eyes. Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn.

"Activate the Scorched-Earth plan." The voice on the other end, which belonged to his most loyal subordinate, sounded hesitant. "M-Mr. Freeman, the signal is unstable–" The call was disconnected. He immediately called the trusted aide he had planted inside the board, but a secretary's cold voice came through. "Sorry, he is currently in a meeting with Steve." The call was disconnected yet again. Finally, he called the bank manager in Ravendale, but all he heard was an emotionless robotic voice. "Your security authorization has been revoked."

The King Star has been one of the greatest achievements of the underworld after the Great Lycan, it was the most terrifying and insanely great thing to ever happen to a person and it came as a blessing or a curse to whoever possessed it. The King Star held great powers, powers that could match up to what the Great Lycan could do, it started as a thought, an imagination after the appearance of the First Great Lycan and after its death and futile efforts to bring forth another Great Lycan, it became a reality. A few of the Underworld rulers broke out to form an allyand experimented on their first male children with the fur and stolen blood they had gotten from the Lycan before its death. This

Because of the enhanced abilities of the undead, they were often made into Kings and Queens or worshipped as Gods. But there were other un-living spirits, Underlings who were so dangerous and chaotic that they were forbidden to enter the walking dead. These were the true evil entities of the Underworld. They devised a way to bypass the will of The Seer—now known by all as the Mother or She-Who-Is-First. These powerful Underlings learned that if their un-living host killed a living being and infected it with the essence of other spirits, then they could give passage to the spirits and Wraiths of their choosing—angry, malignant entities that only wanted to do damage—entities that the Mother wo

Even though they were growing weaker and weaker, to the point where they were not even worth mentioning, it was still a waste of time for Caspian. When Caspian brought Zhang Cuitian and Pan Bingwen into the Undead Heaven, the two of them were already in a rather bad state. Caspian glanced at them and then looked at Undead Heaven. Although the sealed Undead Heaven was isolated from the outside world, they actually didn't need to communicate with the outside world at all. The reason was very simple. In the world of the Undead Heaven, there were only many half-rotten walking corpses! They were extremely strange. They rotted on one side and then revived, repeating themselves. This was precisely

That meant that even after recovering, those infected with Evergrow and turned into undead beasts still carried significant risks. The thought made Chad shiver as he foresaw an impending apocalypse. Imperious said, "An undead beast with horns is like a demonic ancestor. That's extremely rare!" Bang! In his Immortal Unity state, Chad threw a powerful punch at the undead beast's head, smashing it into the ground. "If it's so rare, it's too much of a waste just to restore him," Imperious said. Chad glared at the weasel. "Such an undead beast is a menace. What's the point of keeping it?"