Romans & histoires Undead Characters

“Andrius! Hurry and take him down! We can’t hold on much longer.” At that moment, Andrius heard Charles’ urging voice and could not help but be stunned. He turned around to look. The seven elders had the upper hand and were suppressing Charles and the others. “Andrius, these elders are undead, resurrected using a secret technique. They feel no pain, their strength has greatly increased, and their bodies resist our attacks, making it difficult to harm them. Hurry and injure Gareth to turn the tide!” Cedric also urged. It was clear the situation on the other side was precarious. Andrius felt immense pressure.

Which is kind of weird? "Too hasty Aurken, I just gave you an overview for you to understand, the third type I mentioned, which is being reborn with half of one's original age consume, can also drain one's necro if the necro of a reborn is not enough. So talented reborn of this class is because being able to provide the necessary amount of necro in their reborn state, means they have massive amounts of necro." A voice from a seemingly old man. "So basically, what you're trying to say doc is-"

[10%] Chance of causing [Freezing] for [40] seconds. Undead Hunter Lv 30 (80 AF per activation. 1 AF/s) (v) Makes undead races weak to physical attacks when the skill is activated. While the skill is activated, the undead without a body can't approach the user. "Perfect. Join your sisters, Erika." He felt a bit bad about losing the potential of having Erika at the front lines, but obtaining more royals was a bit more tempting for him. As for her name, he thought about giving her one of his childhood friend's name instead of a "punny" one. She stared at the sky for a couple of seconds and bowed before leaving.

By the morning of the fourth day, several highly respected Elders of the pack couldn't watch anymore and came to the ruins. "Alpha, accept your loss," the Great Elder sighed. "In a fire this big... even an Alpha wolf couldn't survive." "Yes, let Ella rest. If you keep digging, her soul won't find peace." Lucas knelt on the ground, clutching that charred piece of cloth tightly. Listening to the Elders, he finally let out a wail of despair. "Ahhhhh—!!" Three days later, a solemn and painful funeral was held. There was no body. Only that small piece of cloth was placed in the black crystal coffin.

What happened? "Fread was an orphan when Zion accepted him; he told me that he's not the only one. Zion has been adopting and saving children from the slums to breed hollow assassins again. Not just that, there are almost half a thousand of them. Fread served that company for 16 hellish years taking orders to kill certain people. Until Fread and his companions decided to leave, sadly for him, as we all know he was left standing." I don't know why but, he has sympathy over what happened.

Alijah, the older brother, said with a smile. Tavarious was initially quite grateful, but hearing this made her expression darken instantly. Salvador, the younger brother, chuckled. “Alijah, how could a human and an Undead give birth to a baby? They should be called Undead kids.” “Undead kids sound horrible. You should call them the Undying children instead.” Tavarious was furious. “Shut up, you old things.” “Ah, we’re talking about old things, huh? You seem older than us, though, so what are you then?”

Before answering, Ingrid took a new spoonful of the disgusting oatmeal “although your reasoning is valid for the simple undead like Zombies and Skeletons; beings like the Lich, the vampires and the mummies are something totally different " "What do you mean?" asked with a trembling voice Anna, Hugo's wife and Marcel's mother. Ingrid tasted the oatmeal on her palate before answering “simple, among the undead there are three categories of consciousness; the unreasonable, who are the weakest and most numerous type of undead, if not under control, are very similar to wild animals " "Don't all the undead hate the living?" asked Heidi rhetorically, Emrich's wife and mother of Myriam and Cassandra.

CHAPTER SEVEN Part of Aleta’s favorite red hoodie turned up in some bramble outside of the city. It was cut, shredded, and stained. Animals had been gnawing and tearing at it, pulling it apart thread by thread by thread with their canines and incisors and grinding molars. From what they recovered of Aleta’s body, she had also been gnawed and ripped, but the animals pulling her apart had been a different sort. Angry Marie made a decision, then, and the impact of that decision would way heavy in her soul for the rest of her life. But seeing as her soul was pretty much tattered beyond recognition anyway, it didn’t seem like that much of a leap.

She doesn't want to die now, no, she still have something to do, and she knows that if she'll be erased from this world, her soul wont be put in peace. But the death she was waiting for didn't come. Her forehead creased as she slowly opened her eyes. The guy in front of her had his eyes wide open. She didn't understand why the guy seemed frozen. She was about to speak when a blood escaped from his mouth. Her eyes grew bigger when the guy started coughing, spitting more flood of red liquid. The guy eventually lost his balance and fell on her arms. She scanned the guy's back and was surprised when she saw a knife burried on his back. She looked up only to regret it. It's her again. Player 7.

“The army whom we thought of as a myth were on the battlefield, killing anyone in their way.” The Undead are Dragons who were cursed by the Moon Goddess for rebelling against her. Together with the other gods, they had tried to kill her and her mate but the Moon Goddess trapped all of them in a mountain called Veneer. Since then, the Gods have been dormant while the Dragons became Undead. They are skeleton-like being which cannot be killed unless a witch buries them. The Undead were thought to be mere tales until Phillippe saw them with his own eyes during the Battle of Ezealyra. If it was not for Emperor Alexei and his witch mate, they would have all been dead.