Novel & Cerita Undead Manga

Isekai (Thanatos) said as his eyes shone a light before he took out a knife from the porch to cut open his thumb. "aurora boralis thou great aurora, my spirit recides in a world of rest, i am a cut through history, finding the secret of immortality is my goal. Aurora bolaris undying spirit shall awake Osíris shall be my Helper." "heather, heather i am a branch of aurora, this body shall be my vessel of the undead i shall be a secret that is left to be solved,"Isekai (Thanatos) started muttering as the pupils in his eyes started to slowly disappear.

Valerie took a seat on the couch next to the youngest children and noticed that the youngest is interested in watching anime, particularly the one that they are currently watching on television, ‘Sailor Sun. “Woah, she's so gorgeous, and her transformation is amazing,” the youngest commented, imitating the protagonist they were watching. Valerie agreed and watch the show with her as Mrs. Nettle is preparing their dinner. Mrs. Nettle finishes cooking dinner after thirty minutes and asks her youngest daughter to summon her father and older brother for dinner, "Faith, can you please call your father and brother for dinner," and her child nods before going to her father's and brother's rooms to

The unknown man’s attention is averted from the battlefield as he hears a loud echo coming from a hill not too far from the battle site, he stared at it for a while and is soon taken aback when he begins to see individuals dressed in attire meant for knights from the medieval era riding horse heading towards the battlefield with grace in their movement UNKNOWN MAN : Holy knights??.... I can’t believe they’d come here ( He remarks with a surprised look on his face)…. No bother, they will not stop my advance merely with their presence ( he says as he stands to his feet and walks to the head of his beast, with his arms outstretched)…. Demon art : Revival of the dead Soon enough all dead bodies

In the dimly lit clearing, amidst the murmurs of the surrounding trees, Ivan Abraham, Alpha of the Blood Thorn Pack, delivered the crushing blow that shattered Nadina Sebastien's world. “I Ivan Abraham, Alpha of the blood thorn pack rejects you, Nadina Sebastien.” His words, dripping with disdain, cut through the air like a sharpened blade, leaving Nadina clutching her chest as tears streamed down her face. Another scar, both physical and emotional, marred the once unblemished skin of her neck, marking yet another rejection from an alpha.

Stormy screeched in my mind. Exhaling sharply, I stayed down for a couple of minutes, before resuming my movements. Reaching the cars, I managed to stand on my knees. First, I looked around the second SUV, just like Stormy and I suspected, the enforcers there were dead, their bodies turned into piles of dark ash. “It’s dark magic at its best, at its worst!” Stormy growled in my mind, a howl of grief exploding from his lungs and leaving my lips.

"How are you enjoying your new powers?" "Would have felt more better if I didn't have to feed on blood." She laughed, "you realize you're dead, right?" He shrugged a brow, watching her calculated movements. "They call us the undead. Dead but alive. We are the intermediaries between the living world and the dead and so, we are powered by the Life source of the living. The major difference between us, blood." "I need it." "What?" "Blood. I need to drink." Lydia turned around to look at him. His fangs were out and there was the blood crazed look in his eyes.

Caleb’s Point of View The agony of the past keeps haunting me. I could not let go of the girl of my life. My Luna died in a horrifying state in our rival pack—the Lycan Shadow Pack—the group of Lycans that were once a great comrade that we have, but everything changed, and they turned into a foe. I stared at the painting hanging on the wall—my Lia's face is a long curly, sharp nose, pale skin, and enticing lustrous round eyes. It shattered me inside. The veins and strength I had now were gone. Although almost two decades had passed, it was still fresh on my mind when I saw my Luna Lia bleeding to death on the woodland ridge; I did not see any Lycans around, but their scent left our place. I

“What is it? What is going on?” Madison was looking at me with her crazy, bloodshot eyes “You’re alive!” Obviously, I’m alive. “Obviously, I’m alive Mads. What has gotten into you? Did those people call you? You didn’t get my messages?”. Madison stared at me like I was the one who had barged into HER house at 5 am. “I got your messages…this morning. I’d gotten a call from the hospital yesterday letting me know that you had passed away. I was devastated. Checking my phone wasn’t the first thing on my mind. How are you here right now? You were dead… they said you were dead. Murdered. But you’re not. You’re not murdered, are you? Wait, does this mean you’re a zombie? My brains are off limits,

All of the bright colors were uneasy on the eyes, and they made my head hurt even more. Still, I went to the bed and closed my eyes, processing everything that was happening. One moment, my mom was telling me to die, and the next second, I felt like I actually did. However, instead of spawning in the afterlife, I was in my book—the one that had been the subject of my curses. Was the universe taking revenge on me for making the main characters suffer so much before they could achieve a happy ending? Or did my readers succeed in their black magic and successfully transform me to become the most cruel character in my story?

He was almost unrecognizable. The once proud and upright heir was now gaunt, his clothes disheveled, his eyes filled with nothing but obsession and madness. He stared at me without blinking. For a moment, I saw the reflection of myself from another life, helpless, waiting for death on a sickbed. The wheel of fate had turned, revealing itself in this twisted way. Riven shifted slightly, stepping half a pace in front of me, and asked in a low voice, “Do you want me to handle this?”