Undead Novels & Stories

The other had eyes like still water. Eventually, the younger man stormed off. The other turned toward me. "Human," he said. "How are you?" I swallowed hard. "Who are you? Where am I?" "The underworld. The land of the dead." "Am I in hell?" He didn’t answer right away. "You’re not going anywhere. You ended your life before your time," he said. "Then why am I still here?" "Because of me," he replied. "You were meant to vanish, but I intervened. I’m giving you a second chance. You’ll return to the human world as a soul reaper."

He looked so lost, so broken, so devastated, like his light in a dreary path had extinguished and now he had to walk all alone without the guidance of it. Her inanimate eyes were still open, her green orbs that once held so much shine like a lush forest, were now a deep shade of blue. "Do you remember me, Rose?" Those were her last words. She asked me if I could remember her. Who was she? I didn't even know her first name. Madeline, it's Madeline. "Madeline-" A whisper of a broken voice was carried throughout delicately by the autumn wind as I stared at the shattered man in front of me, cradling the body of his dead fiancée.

J 12:33 before daybreak They were almost out of ammo. The undead were former soldiers, but they were now under the command of Papa Nightmare—someone who, Roo now knew, while brutal and merciless, was inexperienced as a military leader. The Voudon priest was used to a brute-force approach. The number of dismantled Civil War-era corpses piled up in the storage unit was a testament to Papa Nightmare’s lack of military acumen.

They were vicious and filled the hearts of other wolf packs with fear. They were worshipped like gods and manipulated other wolves to do their bindings, they formed the association of the underworld, distinguishing the wolves from the humans, it was treacherous to have anything to do with the humans and it could cause a death sentence on anyone caught with a human. Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not.

-Is that possible? -They hide underground. In winter, the undead hibernate, slowing down their metabolic processes... oh, forget it. Marisa folded the letter, slipping it into her pocket. “The point is, they found a big lair. Underground, on several levels. Traces of dark rituals, cocoons of the undead. -AND? the man got worried. It seemed to him that the hair was moving at the back of his head. -Nothing. It's completely empty," Marisa said thoughtfully. – Nobody is there.

[Ding! Adam is completely humiliated. His humiliation level is at its peak! Rage points increased by 300! Reward: 1 automatic multi-functional fishing rod with a load capacity of 250 kilograms!] "Good boy. But I don't lack slaves. You'd better chill outside. After all, my house is small and can't accommodate a diva like you." "Alissa, I'm gonna kill you!" Uncle Adam went insane. He waved the crowbar as he smashed it against the rolling shutter door. "Zombies are coming. Smash it! There are all kinds of food behind this door. You can keep whatever you get!"

dressing me in tight black leather pants and a cropped tank that showed the fresh bandage on my ribs from the warehouse. A thin silver chain from his pocket now circled my throat like a subtle collar. “Stay close,” he’d ordered earlier. “And watch what your man can do.” I hated how those words made my stomach flip. The announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers. “Tonight, undefeated champion — The Ghost!” Kai stripped off his shirt at the edge of the cage, revealing the hard planes of muscle scarred from years of underground warfare. His tattoos — dark ink depicting knives, chains, and a coiled serpent — gleamed under the lights. At thirty-six, he moved with lethal confidence, rolling his sh

Mich asked, his voice dropping to a hollow whisper. "I don't know where her soul went," I admitted, my chest aching for his pain. "I woke up here, and I've been doing everything I can just to stay alive. But there's something else. In the underground lab before I woke up, this body inhaled an airborne bio-toxin. It's called the Blood-Lust pathogen." Mich swallowed hard, his eyes darting to my neck where Malakor's fingers had left pale marks. "The toxin... it causes that heat?"

“There’s a file called SECOND LIST. Row, you need to see the first line.” I wiped my hands. I looked. HALE, ROWAN. Status: Deceased. Date: Day 41. Location: Level Three.

"Exactly one week. And trust me, a lot has happened in that one week. William is..." I sat upright suddenly, gasping. "Wait! Did you just say one week?" "Yeah," Gavin nodded grimly. "William is now the interim Alpha. He’ll be crowned officially once the mourning period ends." "So... in one word, we’re doomed." He nodded again. "Yeah. And there's something else you need to know." "What is it?" He looked down, hesitant. "We haven’t been able to find Ares' body. When we woke up, you were unconscious, and Lucas' body was right where we left it... but Ares'..."