Undead Novels & Stories

Lia stares at me curiously. “Undead is an immortal creature made through dark magic. It’s almost invincible and its strength matches mine. I would even dare to say it’s more powerful. The limits of an Undead’s power are unknown to be honest. There are also so-called Deads, who were created through Undead’s blood. That ensured they’ll be absolutely obedient and loyal to an Undead. It’s in their DNA to obey them.” I tell Lia, watching closely for her reaction. She seems a bit taken aback by this, but apart from that she’s still alarmingly calm.

However, the person who had just been killed condensed again, revealing the appearance of Huan He. "Haha, I'm an Undead!"

Undead Creations: Bone Knight: A towering behemoth clad in armour forged from the very bones of the fallen. These warriors are formidable in battle, their strength augmented by the souls of countless warriors bound within their skeletal frame. Summoning a Bone Knight requires a vast number of souls and a deep connection to the power of death. Wraith Stalker: A spectral assassin, swift and deadly, composed of pure ethereal energy. Wraith Stalkers are masters of stealth and surprise, their forms flickering in and out of existence, leaving trails of icy cold in their wake.

“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.”

" He said. I was not ready for that. I was still getting use to the idea of being alone. I still need to heal. "My name Shunshine. I'm not really interested in getting to know anyone right now." I said. "Can't blame a brother for trying." He replied back with a smile. I almost gave in. He hand me a business call and told me to call him if i change my mind. i looked at the card and saw that he was a mr. fix it man. He fixed on houses and appliances.

Treyciene tells Elias with a glare. “I’m sure it can wait to be corrected until the morning. Allow yourselves some rest; you do more than enough,” I tell them honestly. They nod their heads and bow in thanks as I leave. I decided to walk to the museum, there would be preparations for the Festival of the Undead, which will take place at the end of the week, and I wanted to see the progress. It was an annual festival celebrating the Underworld’s liberation from the angels over three millennia ago.

LUNA Alessandro’s name used to be whispered in the dead of night like an old maid’s tale. His first kill happened when he was twelve years old. His father was attacked. If it weren’t for Sandro, his father would have died then. He is dead anyway, four years later. That’s when people truly feared that name. Both of his parents were dead. Rumour is that Alessandro created a blood bath at sixteen years old to protect his folks. He didn’t succeed. His parents were brutally murdered.

She had escaped from the crypt. "He's not dead! He's not dead!" Daphne threw herself onto the coffin, pounding on the lid like a woman possessed, her voice so shredded it was barely human. "Stellan isn't dead! He's not dead! He's not dead! You can't bury him! He's really not dead!" The chapel erupted. Everyone stared at Daphne in shock, then at the coffin, then at each other.

Emily inquired from her mother with tears flowing down her cheeks. "Of course his wife is not dead. Don't you understand? We know them to be married on paper. But in Darryl's heart, he has never been married before. Therefore, he does not have a dead person for a wife. This is simple logic. Are you that dumb to not understand this?" Mrs Davis said with great disappointment.

Johnny rolled his eyes, making no attempts to stop the witch as she stormed out of the kitchen. It had been several hours since Ursula made her discovery and since then, everyone had been flying around the place trying to slow down a mass shift. However, Johnny couldn't help but think they were too late. Now the wolven spirits had been given a chance to awaken, they would do what they could to stay awake. It was simply a case of natural survival instincts. But he followed orders and the orders were to slow down a mass shift until they all understood a bit more of what was happening.