Undead Novels & Stories

How admirable. Uncle Adam swayed in the air while being teased, his lips quivering as he struggled to speak. [Ding! Adam is extremely frightened. He's snapped, losing control of both his mind and his body. Rage points +1,000!] [Ding! The zombies can see but can't eat. Their rage meter maxed out, converting to general rage points +2,000!] [You're truly a genius! You even took advantage of the zombies! The system has been upgraded to Level 2. The store is now open!]

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.

" Undead army are created by summoning the souls of dead beings and resurrecting them into dead bodies. This is a very hideous black magic of shaman type of necromancer." Loren looked at me in surprise, he wasn't expecting me to actually explain him in the middle of the duel. " Oh that is it? You can deal with them because they seem to be not dying even after we slit their throats," saying that Loren backed off with Xavier. With a side glance I noticed that Xavier got a small cut in his left arm while fighting with one undead. That shit conflicted me . How dare a dead corpse lay its hands on my knight? I tried to chant the spell

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.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

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.

“We decided to cut the bond between the Madrigal’s and Valdez.” “ Why?” I heard Zared asked with a calm tone. “ You knew what happened to them few months ago, right?” my mother asked. “ They got into an accident without us knowing the very root of it.” “ Something about the Salvador’s that made them got into an accident.” Aunt Zandra went on. “ It wasn’t their fault.” “ Who’s Salvador’s?” Zaine interfered. “ The surname of your real best friend, Zaine. Cheska Leign Salvador, does it ring a bell?” His mom asked him. That made Zaine’s brows furrowed into a thin a line.

The sound of his nose breaking ricocheted off the forest, alerting anyone nearby of our presence. A sea of red and orange spread instantly behind Nathan and the undead vampires. The fire spread closer and closer, stopping at my feet, going around me, and continuing into the army of vampires. I took the distraction and landed a hard punch to my restrainer, socking him in the eye. He stumbled back, right into the never-ending field of fire. Confusion settled over me as I watched the fire continue around us and consume more vampires. The stench of the flesh burning was overwhelming combined with the agonizing screams and I brought my hands to my ears quickly, try

I was glad that we could move past it and carry on with our lives. While I ran in the woods, I smelled blood. Adrain became uneasy because the blood we smelled was human, and I got nervous. It was not a good thing. I traced the scent and picked Ivan's scent on my way there. Marcus must have discovered it too. I got there, and I was appalled by what I saw. It was not a good thing. Ivan stood away from three human corpses that were on the floor. Two were fresh, and one had begun to rot. I saw a flash go off from the corner of my eye. I stood still and linked Marcus immediately. "Someone is taking pictures, I think this is a set-up," I told Marcus, and he turned to look at me.

To my dismay, he's not in one of them. I stopped at the dorm where Nena resides and asked someone if she sees Nena. “She went to watch at the Underground,” she replied. A line furrowed on my forehead and uttered, “Underground?” “Yeah, where underground fights will be held,” she replied and she looks on her wristwatch, “It’s almost six o’clock, the main event will start in a minute,” she added. I don't know why, but I ask where I can find this Underground.