Undead Novels & Stories

“When Alice had all her lies about you falling into place, when you were fed up with the way people treated you and were ready to have someone on your side. I had to make sure you would believe me before I told you.” “You’re serious.” I study his face, but it’s unreadable. “Right.” I shake my head. “I’m not in the mood for jokes.” “I’m not making a joke.” He turns to me, and the moonlight is bright enough to see his eyes. There’s no laughter in them. No humor, no playfulness. They’re red. My breath stops short. "Oh my God," I breathe. "You know that you're not human. Humans don't have the kind of strength you do. And now you know that I'm not human either."

-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.

Randal reached over, slamming the lever into the off position. " S- Subject is responding...R-Reanimation ...complete.." The brunette stuttered. Luke rushed to the Plexi enclosure placing his palms flush against the side and staring at his brother. Once the current stopped, his muscles had gone limp, with all but a few residual cramps, but he was alive .. William was active... "Place the subject in Observation Two." Eva's voice came over the intercom.

It was even worse for them due to their long history. The Undead were a race of people who had lived as long as, if not longer than the Beastmen, yet they hadn’t been so influenced by time. This was because unlike the Beastmen who were confined by the finiteness of their lifespans, the Undead were near immortal beings that could live till the end of time if they weren’t killed! Although time had come seeking to lay with them, they only danced with her in a ball of elegance and negotiation before letting her stay as nothing but a guest. They weren’t as promiscuous as the Beastmen who embraced time and shamelessly offered it kinsh

“Sentiment will get us killed.” Serena’s violet magic crackled around her fingers. “Let him feel it. We all lost people tonight.” They kicked in the main double doors. The lobby was hell. Infected freshmen — some still in hoodies and pajama pants — swarmed like ants. A girl with braces and a Blackthorn hoodie lunged at Serena, teeth snapping. Serena blasted her back with a rune that exploded into purple flames, incinerating the girl mid-air. The smell of burnt hair and flesh hit them all.

However, the voice seemed oblivious to their hatred and despair or even possibly overjoyed by it as it got more jovial. “Oh! I see so many weeping for the friends they killed! You don’t really need to, you see, you saved your friends from eternal suffering. Zombies are undead after all; they’re like ghosts who died horribly and are forever tormented. Your undead friends are in a constant state of pain, alive and well in a rotting, ever-hungry body as they live in despair and entrapment forever and ever…. Comrades, I tell ya! I feel deep comradeship with them… oh… fine, I’ll go straight to the point,” the voice seemed to reply to

"Put her down." "I agree," K.D. Lange said. "I concur," Greek Goddess said. I gasped. "Wait. You say that I don't have any vampire instinct." The Asian woman laughed. "If you did you would not have used such a passé term. vampire? That's for myths and legends. We are Neratomay—The Undead. You would know that if you weren't thoroughly human."

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."

"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."

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.