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.

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!”

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.

Her eyes narrowed as she read, her bottom lip bitten between her teeth and a crease formed on her forehead. “Look at this.” “What am I looking at?” “The Undead, Hollows, as we know them, are the closest things to the function of this vial. Eldaroot, that’s what it is. Derived from a cursed dead being.” “I don’t follow.” I pitched in. She spread the pages for me as she explained. “Eldaroot is the solution. The undead cannot be killed because when the Orb awakens them, they are not bound to any consciousness.”

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.

"For now, she's in the Pack and she is an Alpha. The Alpha of the Nightwalker Pack." "Vivian or Linda?" I asked, confused. "Vivian," he said, rolling his eyes. "She is helping with the situation with the undead." "Undead?" I asked. "I heard the guard at the entrance gate saying something about it. What happened here?" Corvin scowled in response. "Those bastard Outlanders happened. They seem to have gotten onto some kind of sorcery that allows them to animate what I assume are corpses, making them move and fight like they're living. Even worse, they don't die when cut. They seem almost invincible in that right."

That was when Murin looked them both dead in the eye and whispered, "We are now in the same boat as Caleb! Do not think about betraying him no matter what happens, or he will prove to you why he and the Chandlers are scarier than the Alliance, Danmarch, and Nistral! Seeing Murin's glower and determined look, both Udal and Grendel inhaled deeply. "Magister Davos is right!" Udal said, gritting his teeth and lunged toward Zoronda's five remaining elders. Shunk! Boom! With a sudden burst of Scion rank aura and burgeoning killing intent, he vaporized the five remaining Zorondan elders before they realized what was happening. Shank! Shank! Shank! Boom! Grendel gasped loudly, but he knew that his p

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

“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.”