Undead Characters Novels & Stories

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.

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?"

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.

"You're useless! If you're going to take your own life anyway, then let me take control of this body." "Who are you?" I asked her again. "I'm Nemera. Someday, you'll know who I really am." I imagined countless possibilities—maybe she was a vengeful spirit stealing my body or a wandering soul from another world here to save me. But it no longer mattered. I had lost the will to live. The moment I agreed, it felt as if my soul detached from my body. I could still see, hear, and smell. My senses were still around, but I had no control. I couldn't move or speak.

“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.

“The Wendells, my uncle, whoever planted the rot—I'll find out. I’ll burn every thread they touched. But we do it on our terms now. From the shadows.” Ayra nodded slowly. “Then let’s stay ghosts.” Lucian smirked. “For now.” --- Outside, the wind picked up, whistling through the trees. The world believed them dead. Burnt beyond recognition. Their enemies would scramble for control, hunting phantoms in every shadow. But the dead had a way of walking again. And this time, they would not return as heirs or criminals. They would return as fire.

“How do we kill this thing?” “First, you find the necromancer.” Kieran stands and moves to the window. “Second, you destroy the undead.” “What is undead, though?” I demand. “You keep saying that word, but—” “It’s exactly what it sounds like. A corpse, reanimated by dark magic, bound to serve the necromancer’s will. A puppet.” Kieran’s reflection in the glass is grim. “It walks, talks, appears alive. But it’s rotting from the inside out.”