Undead Novels & Stories

It would fix me in an unblinking stare while its black lips curled into a sinister sneer. I would try to look away, but find I couldn’t move as a sense of dread washed over me. Then, as soon as it appeared it was gone, replaced by an image even more horrific, that of someone I loved dying a gruesome death while the creature’s high-pitched cackle sounded in my head. My father, my aunt, my mates, my friends. The victim changed every night but it always ended the same, with me waking up screaming with the all too real scent of blood still in my nostrils.

Lucifer told me my time wasn't up yet and that I shouldn't have died here. The problem was, I'd already died three times. And every single time, it happened after I got married. My first wife was a powerful leather factory owner from out west. But she had a crippling gambling addiction. After blowing through all her assets and my entire life savings, she let the debt collectors cut off three of my fingers to cover her debts. I ended up bleeding to death. My second wife was a respectable, glasses-wearing university professor. She even beat me with class, leaving no bruises and never hitting me in the face. I died from ruptured internal organs. My third wife was a quiet, blue-collar welder

The campus loomed ahead, a desolate expanse shrouded in the oppressive darkness of a moonless night. The Zotes moved like shadows, each step deliberate, every sound muted. Their mission was grim, and the weight of it pressed down on them like the humid, corpse-laden air. The undead roamed the grounds, their groans filling the silence, but the Zotes knew how to move unnoticed. “Hold,” Viper whispered, raising a fist.

the other guy asked. “Do you even qualify?” someone scoffed. Soon, disagreements broke out among them, but I had already lost interest in their conversation. I focused on Lucy’s instructions and began paying close attention to the slain creatures and undead warriors. At first, nothing seemed unusual. I couldn’t sense anything out of the ordinary, but as time passed, I began to notice the faint trajectory of black mist emerging from their bodies. I observed that whenever an undead warrior was killed, a black mist would leave its body and drift into the air. After a while, another stream of black mist would return to the lifeless

[10%] Chance of causing [Freezing] for [40] seconds. Undead Hunter Lv 30 (80 AF per activation. 1 AF/s) (v) Makes undead races weak to physical attacks when the skill is activated. While the skill is activated, the undead without a body can't approach the user. "Perfect. Join your sisters, Erika." He felt a bit bad about losing the potential of having Erika at the front lines, but obtaining more royals was a bit more tempting for him. As for her name, he thought about giving her one of his childhood friend's name instead of a "punny" one. She stared at the sky for a couple of seconds and bowed bef

Instantly, the water thorns inside the vortex, like metal weapons, tore the skeleton undead into pieces. "Sizzle sizzle!" A scarlet light swiftly flew out from within the vortex. After which, it was swallowed up by a huge skeleton undead. The next moment, the other party's body clearly became stronger. "That's Undead Fire, which represents the lives of these undead creatures. Only by completely destroying their Undead Fire can we completely kill them!" "Boom!" With one hand, with an aura that could cover the stars and hold the moon, i

Alijah, the older brother, said with a smile. Tavarious was initially quite grateful, but hearing this made her expression darken instantly. Salvador, the younger brother, chuckled. “Alijah, how could a human and an Undead give birth to a baby? They should be called Undead kids.” “Undead kids sound horrible. You should call them the Undying children instead.” Tavarious was furious. “Shut up, you old things.” “Ah, we’re talking about old things, huh? You seem older than us, though, so what are you then?”

##1 ##1 Shaina, tell me how Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel was defeated? Tell me how the Undead King died? (Ashg.)

Mace Sinclair navigated the streets of Veridian Heights in the dead of night. The city was a quiet, slumbering giant with its towering skyscrapers now reduced to mere silhouettes against the dark canvas of the sky. The city's usual cacophony was replaced by an eerie, almost haunting silence. Only the soft hum of his car's engine disrupted the stillness. His hands gripped the steering wheel with a tension that mirrored the unresolved turmoil within him. The sleek, black car glided through the empty streets with the grace of a shadow. Mace's jaw remained clenched, his emotions buried deep within his chiseled features.

ᯓ★ BREAKING NEWS: 30-year-old Ginger Cadette, the owner of the Bar & Life passed away yesterday due to brain cancer. Her family kept her burial private. With hard work and persistence, she successfully started and ran Bar & Life. But when she discovered that she had brain cancer, the business was passed on to her twin brother, Carter Cadette.