Undertaker X Grell Novels & Stories

The Bane's were known to be extremely strong werewolves, during the war that split the werewolves into various packs, the Bane family was among the wolves who stood by the Jade wolves, they eventually withdrew from the pack and distributed themselves across the various packs for necessities. “It’s nothing serious, your father is just a hot-headed man who will stop at nothing to get my head ripped apart if I disobey him” Louis said and Lucas laughed, he had always been a jester, Louis was sixteen when he first joined the Nightwalker pack, Lucas was four and Lucian was six. During his initiation, the boys were not allowed to witness it to avoid fear at a young age but they sneaked into the gar

Quick to spot the points that most people would miss. Kate, 37 years old. Dressed in an oversized black hoodie and navy blue ripped jeans. Her specialty lies in technology. A white-hat hacker with impressive hacking skills. Stefan, 39 years old. Dressed in a casual white t-shirt and a sky blue shirt on top and black jeans. Also, has a unique watch on his right wrist. He is Mr. Anderson's old disciple who has cracked many important and difficult cases with him. And last but not least Mr. Gray, the same age as Mr. Anderson, 44 years old. Dressed in a black suit. He always wears formal attire. His biggest rival and friend. He and Mr. Anderson were rivals since his first day here.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

"So, you're Lugh Frankton, the chief of Mystic Sky Guild? Finally showing up, I see… And here I thought you'd be fleeing after hearing that I'm coming for you." Frank simply smirked. "Calm down. Don't you have to pay damages to the hospital for your vandalism?" "What?" The undertaker was left confused, just like Janice and Zark. They had no idea why he said something with such poor timing! However, the undertaker was smarter and quickly caught on. "So you're saying you'd definitely win and could kill me in an instant? And you wouldn't find out where I'm from if I'm dead?"

------ Rank 1000 : Creed Gryffon Origin : Clanless Combat Style : Unregistered Description : Batch-43, Cadet of the Internatory Glitch Armed Services. A reckless 17 years old Glitch hunter who blatantly challenged and fought the envoy of the Alliance itself and stood his ground. The alliance considered him to be an esteemed donor of a premium Soul Armas. His most recognizable feat is the unrestrained slaughter of more than 5000 ghoul on the Pandemonium all by himself using unknown twin blade proficiency. Title : The Ghoul Reaper

Turning my back to look at him i said. "Alyssa" He nod. "You just move here huh?" i ask, leaning on the wall watching him while also wrapping my hand with my the wraps. He keep quiet since it's more of a statement than a question. "You do boxing?" He ask me. "Yea,do u?" I ask out of curiosity. "I'm a street fighter" Now i'm more curious. "Do u still fight now?" I raised my eyebrows in question. "I just put my name on a fighting place called 'underground' here 4 days ago"

Still, the undertaker panicked after hearing what I said, and his voice quivered even more, “Maria, old people say that if you’re not given a proper burial, you won’t be able to rest in peace, remember? Do you really want to suffer even after death?” Being unable to rest in peace was not as scary as living, honestly. “Are you listening?” I snapped out of my thoughts and sat on the parapet. Cheekily, I decided to scare him a little. “You’re delaying my plans to die.” The undertaker was silent for a moment. Then, I heard him running even more hurriedly before I heard a loud shout. “I never owe anyone anything! Since I took your money, I’m going to be responsible for giving you a proper burial!

Allen looked in the direction he was pointing "To who" "Tasha!" Austin retorted "Bro, I can't see anyone, are you on something?" Tasha was dumbfounded, was he trying to be funny, because she didn't find it amusing one bit. He still refused and kept on saying, he wasn't seeing anyone, she got fed up and tried nudging him a little. Tasha watched her hands go through Allen's chest and come out right at his back. Austin saw it, she knew he saw that. Tasha felt her head spinning, the walls closing in on her, she couldn't stand properly and used the wall in supporting herself. What was happening to her? Was she dead?

On the other hand, Undertaker was already up on his feet again. “You liar!” shouted Gray. “I thought you’re only hitting my left side.” “Well…” He wiped the blood on his forehead with his hand and licked it. “Your feet are becoming a hassle, I ought to cut ‘em off, dear.” Gray grabbed his knife on the floor and recklessly threw it toward him in frustration in which he effortlessly caught with his hand. “Is the princess throwing a tantrum now?” he sneered.

Thankfully, they had a unique colour and stood out in this green scenery. Tracer smiled when he saw how easily Jessica collected the blue eggs. Indeed, this was a job only she could do. After this, the couple should recuperate at the cafeteria with Zen before they deal with Party Undead. Revenge was best served cold. Unlike them, the Shredder was heavily poisoned. If he wasn’t dead yet, he was very crippled. It was a perfect opportunity for a rematch. If possible, Tracer wanted to wipe Team Undead out in this event.