Undead Lord Novels & Stories

She would be devastated, to put it mildly. “It’s really hard to believe that this is all over, isn’t it?” Landry was saying. “Holland’s finally dead. Crimson is falling. We’re taking the world back. It’ll be back in balance soon, and we’ll be in charge as we should be.” “Yeah. That’ll be great,” Cadon said for lack of anything better to say. “All I can say is… we’d better make sure that damn Blue Moon Portal is never, ever opened again. For anyone. I don’t care who it is.”

“If Apolliana would create a clean slate, free of all corruption, Le Créateur can rebuild the world without hell. He can recreate a new paradise using your mate as a catharsis.” I slump back in my seat, deflated by the devastating news. If Lana’s humanity dies, Abaddon will rise and destroy the world. “You said the fates told you Lana’s angel kept reviving after she’d die. Did they say anything else?” He gives me a wary nod. “Oui, while the scales are unbalanced, her angel and human would be reincarnated together. Once the scales are balanced, Apolliana’s human will no longer be reincarnated. Which means that her angel would live.”

There were people already seated. Seven beings. Seven legends. My heart kicked. The first was an old female fae with silver eyes and long black braids. Eleanor Ltavario- the blessed. Next to her was a tall male witch wearing rings on every finger, each one glowing faintly- Mikael Deventus. Then there was the vampire-cold eyes, slicked-back hair, and a mouth already curled in annoyance. Alexander Duville- The brother of the Vampire King.

This letter came to you, Your Majesty, to be treated with urgency," said the man with the letter. The unknown man signaled one of the men standing beside him to get the letter. The letter was given to him, and he tore the envelope and read what was written on it. Dear Lord Viktor, I am writing to you about a matter of utmost importance that requires your immediate attention. Lord Ralph may have discovered the key to our immortality and is currently harboring her. This information is highly concerning and requires urgent action to be taken to protect our interests. Additionally, Lord Ralph may be planning something we are unaware of. Therefore, we must investigate this matter further to deter

His gaze fixed on her eyes. Una silently swallowed. Weren’t there any complications once Una told him who she was? That she came back from the dead and became a demon? Either way, she’d end up dead anyway. Una gambled his last hope of survival. “I am Una, a lowborn in the Nacht territory…” she paused before she added, “I was Hevian’s bride….” Drite’s eyes widened. “No way!” “I am telling the truth! Let’s make a deal. I can’t die again… I’ve just been resurrected!”

A holographic map floated above the table, showing strange dark energy signatures moving toward their sanctuary from the north. “They call themselves the Eclipse Council,” Damien said, voice cold. “Ancient beings who survived the Lunar Rage by going into deep hibernation. Fallen angels, elder vampires, corrupted witches… they believe the world should be reset under their rule.” Serena’s hands trembled slightly. “And they want Liora. Her power is the key to their new apocalypse.” Kael slammed his fist on the table, cracking the wood. “They won’t touch her.” Damien placed a calming hand on Kael’s shoulder. “We need to strengthen our defenses. And we need allies. Old friends who survived.”

The steam carried a dozen scents I hadn’t noticed before: bitter herbs, faintly sweet floral notes, even the earthy tang of the minerals in the water. My body felt lighter too, like the exhaustion I should have been drowning in had been stripped away. I still didn’t fully understand what this bath was doing to me—what it meant to open “mind channels” or strengthen a body for bonding—but I couldn’t deny the results. Still, as the fire burned under my skin, I found my thoughts wandering. They slipped back to my father. In all the chaos of being dragged into this world of vampires and rituals, I hadn’t had the chance to grieve. Not properly. His death lingered in the back of my mind, half-forme

It didn’t take a genius to know what that meant. She smiled a dazzling smile at me, but all I could see in her was a witch of moronic proportions. She actually thought I’d accept her as my queen. “Your Majesty, you have finally arrived,” said one of the kiss-ass council members I called as Lord Beard because he had a beard so long it touched his waist. This man had been in my father’s council since the day he made this kingdom. I wasn’t specifically fond of keeping old men as my advisers—or even keeping advisers, for that matter—but since the first king already established such a stupid culture, I allowed it just to keep up appearances.

Hold the door knob, he looked back at Bob. "I'm going to my hotel room to get a shower. I stink. You need a shower too, you know. You seem to be in a more terrible state than I am." Trying to clear the way. It didn't work. Lex stepped out of the office, as he was about to close the door behind him, Bob called him. "Yes?" he looked back. "There's one more thing you need to know about Godwin Ayodele." Lex waited. "He is part of a Secret Society called the Sons of Hades."

"Name and what he looks like?" "That's the thing. Nobody knows what he looks like, His name is Dante." Vitale's voice dropped. "This guy is a ghost. Been running operations in Naples for years, but always from the shadows. No one's ever seen his face. No photos. No public appearances. Even his own soldiers don't know what he looks like....he uses intermediaries for everything." "How is that possible?"