Undead Novels & Stories

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

"Are you saying that there are other vampire breeds called the undead? You know, back in my world, the undead are referred to as zombies." "Zombies?" "Dead people coming to life and eating other people. The only way to kill them is by shooting their brain." "That is disgusting." Nate wrinkled his nose as he stopped eating his pasta. "And no. All the vampires are of the same breed. I'm one of the living, a vampire who can stand in the sunlight and drinks animal blood to live. The undead, on the other hand, are basically the vampires that your book is talking about. They're dead. When a living vampi

It felt like a weight was lifted off of me because off all the trouble that would be to keep dying and hiding until I died. Some people wanted nothing to do with becoming one because we weren't eternal beings. We died after a couple hundred years and drank blood like it was fine wine. Or if you were a savage that had no control of your human self my become a monster that kills anything that moves. We are usually stronger than them and take them down with no mercy. In the beginning some vampires tried to break people out of this frenzy but they never did.

“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."

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.

Estefania Fantozzi Saunders 1967-97 Rest in peace our beautiful angel Ryan took off the dead flowers and placed the beautiful new ones on her grave. "Hey mummy, it's Ryan. I brought new flowers for you. It's December 15th already again. I can't believe it's been so long without you. I miss you everyday. This time I brought someone with me, I have a girlfriend. Crazy huh? I really like her, I'm sure you do too" he said sadly. I bent down and touched her grave stone "hello Mrs. Saunders. I'm Maddie and I've heard so much about you. You sound like a wonderful and talented woman. I hope that we can meet one day." I smiled sadly.

Fredrick murdered you 120 years ago at the request of his father to become the Mafia boss. He is no longer a Mafia boss but a king. What! How could This be? He has turned his mansion into a palace. Time has passed, and his mansion does not exist in modern times, but he is still very much king of undead. We have brought you back to kill him and set our people free. You are the last known person that he loved. What he is, we don't know but we called him the reincarnation of the devil. He is a Monster. Th...then what are you? Ha! Ha!! We are a Witches and You, Molly, are a walking dead.

Selena and Kevin exchanged a knowing glance, their determination deepening. "We are reborn," Selena declared, her eyes flashing with newfound strength. "Our army will rise from the depths of darkness, unstoppable and relentless." In that moment, the ground beneath them trembled, and Selena's lair transformed into a macabre spectacle. From the depths of the earth, skeletal hands emerged, followed by decaying bodies rising to their feet. The army of the undead, Selena's loyal minions, had been resurrected, their hollow eyes fixed upon their queen with unwavering loyalty.

The newcomers' bodies were emaciated, some reduced to bare bones, their clothing tattered and nearly rotted away. These once-buried corpses were reanimated under the mysterious figure's control. "Now, relish the sensation of being consumed by the undead!" the shadowy figure declared, emitting a wicked laugh. With that, the undead surged toward Adrian, who observed with a slight frown. However, they posed no challenge to him. With swift swordplay, Adrian effortlessly dispatched them before advancing toward the mysterious figure.

The world should end on a Monday. There’s something honest about that. Brutal, yes, but clean. A Monday already has the emotional texture of damp socks and unpaid bills, so adding zombies feels less like a cosmic betrayal and more like management escalating a complaint. Unfortunately, the world chooses Thursday at 6:17 p.m., while Maya Rodriguez is standing barefoot in her kitchen, trying to decide whether expired sour cream is a negotiable concept. “It smells fine,” Dex says from behind her.