Undead Characters Novels & Stories

Elder Lucriel said. “It’s better to be cautious, Elder Lucriel. Don’t underestimate the army of the undead because they are not normal ones. Those undead can use magic too and regenerate itself like those monsters outside.” I said, and they gasped. “Thank you for the warning, Lady Alice.” they all said. After discussing some changes of the plan, I opened a portal then Val, Azrael and I entered.

No crazy supernatural creature jumping around to have my head and no gathering to decide what group of these crazy things will possess me. I am honestly tired of all these war and the general casualties so I am here to become normal. Human. I have read about the other Originals that were not documented and this was because they were able to kill their supernatural side before their existence leaked out. Before walking into the room where things will change differently for good, I asked Matt for a favour "Can you please do something to make my location anonymous, Please" I pleaded with Matt. Matt looked at me for a while "You are doing this for him Anna. I will make sure he is unable to find

It was even worse for them due to their long history. The Undead were a race of people who had lived as long as, if not longer than the Beastmen, yet they hadn’t been so influenced by time. This was because unlike the Beastmen who were confined by the finiteness of their lifespans, the Undead were near immortal beings that could live till the end of time if they weren’t killed! Although time had come seeking to lay with them, they only danced with her in a ball of elegance and negotiation before letting her stay as nothing but a guest. They weren’t as promiscuous as the Beastmen who embraced time and shamelessly offered it kinship. Because of this, although the Undead were able to retain muc

Mikael Deventus with his rings, each one catching the light slightly differently, already making a note on something. Alexander Duville, the vampire, with his default expression of aristocratic impatience, which I had come to understand was just his face and not personal. General Terel, who I had been slightly afraid of the first time I met him and respected enormously every time since. The Valen wolf — Damian's brother. The Royal Gamma, scarred, enormous and steady as old stone. Jaxon at the end. Who caught my eye and gave me a look were the newest faces in the room.

ᯓ★ BREAKING NEWS: 30-year-old Ginger Cadette, the owner of the Bar & Life passed away yesterday due to brain cancer. Her family kept her burial private. With hard work and persistence, she successfully started and ran Bar & Life. But when she discovered that she had brain cancer, the business was passed on to her twin brother, Carter Cadette.

Elizabeth took one of the books and left it open on a page and then handed it over to Mr Murray “as you are aware we did see one of the undead on our road here, but I would like you to take a look at the drawing of them in this book and confirm what we say” The page presented a decomposing corpse in profile “some of them look like it. Some of them look even worse, more decomposed and putrid.” Alan said. “I see… these dead are categorized as Arcane Undead” Elizabeth explained as the two men stopped eating and the only two things in the room that could be heard at the moment were the sizzling of the fire and her voice. “You see mister Murray there are many kinds of undead, and they can come in

Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting. "Lies and secrets, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away at what is good and leave only destruction behind". "This sounds like something an Arrowverse or Marvel character would say", I laugh at Rachel. "Cassandra Clare", Rachel calls out. "Don't know her." "She's one of my favorite authors. She wrote The Mortal Instruments." "Never thought of that either", I shrug. "Where are you with your speech?" "Literally nowhere." "Do you want to go grocery shopping? Your fridge is empty and I'm having this weird craving for gummy worms", I suggest, not wanting to spend a second longer watching Rachel write her speech.

"For now, she's in the Pack and she is an Alpha. The Alpha of the Nightwalker Pack." "Vivian or Linda?" I asked, confused. "Vivian," he said, rolling his eyes. "She is helping with the situation with the undead." "Undead?" I asked. "I heard the guard at the entrance gate saying something about it. What happened here?" Corvin scowled in response. "Those bastard Outlanders happened. They seem to have gotten onto some kind of sorcery that allows them to animate what I assume are corpses, making them move and fight like they're living. Even worse, they don't die when cut. They seem almost invincible in that right."

I had assumed that he was one of her loyal allies. "When Lysandra started recruiting followers from his kingdom, he marched his army to witchelms to hunt her and her coven. But she had turned the land into a dark puzzle with her spells. They encountered traps of dark magic. The witch didn't kill them yet they are trapped between the world of the dead and that of the living. Their angry souls roam the land in the dark, attacking anything they see. People call them the undead army. Because the witch's spell binds them to the world of the dead more than that of the living," the Sincarion tells.

“By the hands of the old gods themselves. And even then, it took divine intervention to seal them away. But seals weaken. Magic fades.” He looked between us, his expression grim. “The Undead don’t die. They spread like rot through the world until there’s nothing left to feed on but themselves.” A chill crawled up my spine, and for a moment, the wind seemed to die too. “If you want to protect Scarlett, then stop chasing vengeance and start preparing for extinction. Because if we don’t unite now, there won’t be a world left for either of you to save.” The silence that followed was suffocating.