Undead Lord Novels & Stories

On the day of the blood moon, his birthday, Silva gained more power than he had before and with that, he used it to end his life. Wolves found out about the Great Lycan and wanted his immortality for themselves, it turned out into war when the Rulers went against the idea and made a decree concerning it, the Great Lycan became a Legend and a tale told to the younger generation but it never came back. Years passed by and the Legend only became a Legend. No one knew when the Great Lycan would come back and no one wanted to go against the rules of the leaders of the underworld.

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.

“You weren’t actually resurrected from the dead by Ulricus’s magic. He had torn your soul apart and jumbled it up before he stuffed it back into your body. You are an undead now, which means you’re no longer a human being. “The only thing that separates you from these guys is that you have your own consciousness and spiritual wisdom. You won’t be able to reincarnate after death. Instead, you will vanish once your body is destroyed. “Ulricus is an undead like you. He desires to become a God through the five magic books. Regrettably, the undead lack all five elements and don’t belong to any of the three realms. Ulricus doesn’t have the five elements because he was a zombie, and he also lacks t

“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.

It felt like a weight was lifted off of me because off all the trouble that would be to keep dying and hiding until I died. Some people wanted nothing to do with becoming one because we weren't eternal beings. We died after a couple hundred years and drank blood like it was fine wine. Or if you were a savage that had no control of your human self my become a monster that kills anything that moves. We are usually stronger than them and take them down with no mercy. In the beginning some vampires tried to break people out of this frenzy but they never did.

" she inquired. "My powers are limited dear. All I can tell you is the killings would continue and it would strain your relationship with Adrian. To prevent this, you should find who the culprit is,'' Morticia noted. "Wait a second," Mila held out her hands. Morticia strained her neck in expectation. "According to what I read in the history book, there is supposed to be a one-winged demon creature right?" she asked. Realization seemed to have hit Morticia as she hit her hands on the table.

"Activate the Scorched-Earth plan." The voice on the other end, which belonged to his most loyal subordinate, sounded hesitant. "M-Mr. Freeman, the signal is unstable–" The call was disconnected. He immediately called the trusted aide he had planted inside the board, but a secretary's cold voice came through. "Sorry, he is currently in a meeting with Steve." The call was disconnected yet again. Finally, he called the bank manager in Ravendale, but all he heard was an emotionless robotic voice. "Your security authorization has been revoked."

After I die, I save Hades' pet. To thank me, he plans to bring me back to life. However, I refuse with a smile. He is stunned for a moment, then asks in confusion, "So many people want to live, so why do you refuse instead?" I give him a bitter smile. "Maybe it's because being alive is a fate worse than death." He doesn't believe it, and his tone turns unfriendly. "Don't think I don't know that your parents are famously known for loving their daughter. They even make the news because of how much they love you." I crouch there without speaking. It's indeed true that they've made the news for loving their daughter, but that is all an act. The truth is, the only one they've ever really lo

The infected weren’t the only threat anymore. That much had become clear over the past few weeks. It wasn’t just the shambling hordes of zombies that kept me awake at night, but the survivors—the desperate ones, the ones who had lost too much, the ones who saw others as nothing more than resources to take.

And to finish off the sentence "It must be the smell of the undead, since the meat is rotten." Perhaps seeing Zark reflexively bending down to sniff, Ingrid frowned in annoyance. “… Those kinds of words are very offensive. In case you didn't notice. Our lord is undead " "What? What nonsense are you saying Ingrid? How could Lord Zark be an ordinary undead? He surpassed the level of any undead, he is a mighty undead God. " Hear Ingrid and Frey make sounds of "Ah." And "Enn." It was curious. "But Ingrid has a point" Frey began "Nyos, the words you said were a bit offensive."