Undead Characters Novels & Stories

Randal reached over, slamming the lever into the off position. " S- Subject is responding...R-Reanimation ...complete.." The brunette stuttered. Luke rushed to the Plexi enclosure placing his palms flush against the side and staring at his brother. Once the current stopped, his muscles had gone limp, with all but a few residual cramps, but he was alive .. William was active... "Place the subject in Observation Two." Eva's voice came over the intercom.

We can smell other werewolves, humans, and rogues. What are rogues again? Rogues are werewolves that have no pack due to being kicked out or who chose to leave. They are generally weak without their pack and unless they are able to integrate themselves into the human world, they won't survive very long. Your parents were lucky because they had each other to keep strong and we're able to live outside of a pack. What about me? I have no pack.

"I will kill you!! You son of a...!!" Nil was furious but couldn't do anything but curse Undre as he coughed up blood until his last moment. Undre, still at ease, picked up a list of people he called qualified and crossed out Nil's name. Then he went to pick up the gun and ammunition engraved with ancient characters that Nil carried with a handkerchief. "This toy is interesting. I'll take it."

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?"

"Oh, my! Is that Mrs. Lundell inside? How did she die so suddenly? I'm sorry, Maddie." She then turned to look at Harvey and started acting coquettishly. "I really like that urn, Harv! Can you ask Maddie to give it to me? "The stray dog I had just died yesterday. It was so pitiful, so I want to use Mrs. Lundell's urn for it. Pretty please?" I looked at Nelly in disbelief. Harvey reached out to grab Mom's urn. "Give it to me. This urn is perfect for the ashes of a stray dog."

Pardon me! So, you should know that you can't be too careless and let yourself get killed. You only have three lifelines. If you die thrice, you are totally dead. Your character will disappear from the novel and your soul will extinguish or get faded out. There's no heaven, hell, or reincarnation for you if you die before finishing your missions.

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.

Sitting in my tiny room at the orphanage wondering why I was blamed for the death of the Luna. My bruised and broken little body can’t handle this pain. I try to stay on my side with the wounds on my back still bleeding. My name is Ella Morrighan and I’m the human slave in The Red Blood Pack. I was found in the woods as a baby. Werewolf packs don’t kill baby’s or pups(werewolf children). So I was sent to the orphanage. The orphanage mother is cruel and leaves the twin omegas in charge.

I hold onto a bookshelf, my head spinning. "It's a lot to take in," Alice says. "I know." I wipe my brow with the back of my hand. Did I really just accept that I'm a non-human? I laugh, but the sound is hollow. How could I be so stupid? Alice touches my shoulder. "It's okay. I know it's a lot, but you'll get used to it." I'm not sure I want to. "There are more than werewolves, though," she adds. "There are witches, and vampires, and succubi—"

Cammie said. "They are the undead vampires," I told her. "They have no fangs like the true-bloods, but their teeth are so venomous, a single bite can kill you." "Wow, undead much?" She gawked at them. "My honor that you recognized us," one of the undead guys said. "We wish you no harm if you kindly follow us..." "Who are you?" I asked, carefully keeping my fangs from extracting out, but my gum was already throbbing.