Undead Novels & Stories

Now, she didn’t waste words. "What are they doing?” Noah asked. Kara hesitated. “I don’t know fully,” she said. “But I asked my witch side.” That chilled me. “And?” “The Witch isn't drinking the blood. If they were, they'll be easy to find," Kara whispered. “They're draining blood to awaken something.” Brianna frowned. “What?” “They're awakening demons,” Kara said. “From the underworld." Noah cursed under his breath. “Why?” Brianna asked.

LOCATION : SHORES OF HAVEN SOUTH, HAVEN TIME : 4:00PM DATE : 15TH FEBRUARY, 2077AD Sounds of machine guns and tanks firing are heard with explosions erupting in every which way, aircraft’s flew overheard dropping more explosives on the battle site, sounds of men yelling at the top of their lungs can be heard from a great distance as a great battle was being fought between Haven’s forces and the army of the undead that had encroached on their self proclaimed territory, the battle had dragged on for a while with Haven’s forces causing little damage as their weapons were largely ineffective against the supernatural, using normal conventional weapons to attack sup

We found out about it after we claimed the mansion as ours. We searched the whole building, looking for any clue as to why the boss was so obsessed with me ever since he got me. After a thorough search of his office, we managed to find some documents about me. There was everything, my real name, my age, my parents, my family background. Reading it all, the reason of boss' actions towards me became clear. I am a direct descendant of the first Undead the witch, Thalia, created – my grandfather. He had a child with a human then my father also had a child with a human, that is why my Undead side stayed dormant. The blood transfusion

She doesn't want to die now, no, she still have something to do, and she knows that if she'll be erased from this world, her soul wont be put in peace. But the death she was waiting for didn't come. Her forehead creased as she slowly opened her eyes. The guy in front of her had his eyes wide open. She didn't understand why the guy seemed frozen. She was about to speak when a blood escaped from his mouth. Her eyes grew bigger when the guy started coughing, spitting more flood of red liquid. The guy eventually lost his balance and fell on her arms. She scanned the guy's back and was surprised when she saw a knife burried on his back. She looked up only to regret it. It's her again. Player 7.

CHAPTER SIX They held a funeral for the bits and pieces of Aleta they could find. It wasn’t much. Marie chose to have her cremated and then there was even less. She kept her in a jar in the living room. She had always believed in burial, but had dreams of wolves digging Aleta’s bones up at night, gnawing on them and taking them away off to some dark magical forest. Night after night. So in the jar she went, and the jar was placed high, and when her mother died she cremated her as well and set them side-by-side.