Undead Lord Novels & Stories

The Crown of The Dead, made out of the bones of his ancestors, sat heavily upon his spider-silk hair, the gray ash of his skin making his eyes into a stormy abyss. The sky darkened outside my curtains, and I knew it was his displeasure that made it so. Here was not my godfather but Lord Ingálvur Nam-Tar of the In-Between, Drow Lord of the Dead and Dying, One of the Six Swords of The Court of Moon and Shadow, and Sacred Culler of the Mortal Realm From Infinite Death's Corridor. And he was not to be fucked with.

He was a little annoyed, and finally, at one of the stone walls, he found a hidden boundary door. Just as he was about to walk through it, he stumbled upon some text carved into the stone wall. “The Left-wing Union led the battle against the undead throne army, dueled in this Windsun Cave. A fierce battle that lasted three months and three days, the undead army was all wiped out. But there are also only a few left in my Union, but the undead throne arm has immortal souls, and I’m afraid they will be resurrected once more and bring chaos to the human realm. So I will cover the Windsun Cave with Ten Thousand Space-Time Stream. One day, in the world, there will be a thousand here, and in time,

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.

Bassan made the right choice to battle against an undead creature with spells. Ryder formed his battle axe, while Wilbur summoned a thin sword. It was the weapon he gained from the leader of the Riverbank Blossoms. It had the indestructible attribute, so Wilbur decided to test its power and usefulness here. Suddenly, the Death Lord growled. It wielded the rusty longsword in hand. Then, over ten undead creatures appeared among the moving gray mist. The undead creatures were the same size as humans. They wore tattered armor, and they had all sorts of rusty weapons. There were also gray flames burning inside their skeletons. They growled and sprinted toward Bassan and Goma at the front.

" Undead army are created by summoning the souls of dead beings and resurrecting them into dead bodies. This is a very hideous black magic of shaman type of necromancer." Loren looked at me in surprise, he wasn't expecting me to actually explain him in the middle of the duel. " Oh that is it? You can deal with them because they seem to be not dying even after we slit their throats," saying that Loren backed off with Xavier. With a side glance I noticed that Xavier got a small cut in his left arm while fighting with one undead. That shit conflicted me . How dare a dead corpse lay its hands on my knight? I tried to chant the spell again while Loren and Xavier protected me from approaching unde

As for the undead, they were divided into three stages: Deathness, Deathless, and Deathlessness. Deathness was the stage of recently converted undead, Deathless was the stage where ones who eventually evolved after consuming living souls or roamed long enough to absorb a vile amount of rotting energy to evolve, and finally was Deathlessness which was gotten by undead who had lived for millenniums while consuming souls. Only people with abilities as high as the kings or crazy dark horses like Genad could defeat such monsters which was why they were confident enough to be here in the first place. Such high-leveled undead were barely seen due to frequent taming from time to time by the Deadman

Seeing his actions at me, I jumped back a few meters back, the moment I pulled out my sword out of the High Wizard chest, blood spurts out, now fully cut his heart into 2, then his death were confirmed by the Hell Minotaur large hammer, fully demolishing his body into a meat paste. “As always..demons are so barbaric…”. As I was carefully watching the angry gigantic bull in rage, another Tier 6 being arrived at the rooftop of where I was, Steadily standing in the air right next to the rooftop close to where I was standing was an Undead, half of his body were just a white skeleton and another half were rotten flesh but still intact to show his appearance of a valiant looking man, in his middle

she taps my hand and I drop her, she holds her throat coughing “I can help you with that, in a few wheeze days the undead will see the flames and go to it and climb their way out and up, they will make up your numbers my lord, by the time the entire sky is covered by darkness, you will have your army” I laugh, the disbelief runs so deep that I can do nothing more than laugh “you say this as though you know how to take control of the undead, they are the undead Cass which means they have no soul which means they can not be controlled! They are the damned! You have open a way for them to get free and throw the world into turmoil! Even though I wish to take over! I wish to take over with order!

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.

As a result, when we got back home, Reive settled himself on the sofa, near the fire, and I started to walk back and forth, biting my nails and blushing under his mocking look. “You are the Undead King, aren’t you?” I gasped, stopping and holding wide my arms. “You’re Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel! The ruler of Aldenor, overthrown seven hundred years ago!” The necromancer grimaced, but didn’t stop smiling, “Little one, let’s not speak about this: ‘overthrown ruler’ and all that blah-blah-blah. Yeah, I’m the Undead King. Yeah, the very one who lived seven hundred years ago”.