Unk Death Novels & Stories

A few introductions, hugs, and handshakes later, they decided that the best thing to do at 7 AM in the morning is to argue on what way is the worst to die. "You know," Uncle Faartz started to say. "If someone is butchered and dies in the process as Kate said, their remains of the body would still be there. Likewise, if they die as a splat of blood and goo on a sidewalk, as Cupcake said which is really gross by the way, the blood and goo still serve as remains of the body. And if they get crushed to death in a car crash as Jackie said, the remains of the body will still be there-" "Except the car explodes," my mum added almost immediately. They all nodded slowly as if looking at it from her v

But how naïve he was to suppose that some little girl, almost a teenager, could break a spell that he hadn’t been able to break for seven hundred years! Nonsense. Ulfricus Iris, may he have constant hiccups in the afterlife, did a great job. Moreover, those who had then sealed up the Undead King in his grave, didn’t fail either. They buried him so deep that it was impossible to find the gravestone with its inscription.

(Alfred) The Expandable Unit is actually Alfred horde of Undead Monster. All of them were not destroyed by me nor Alfred, But under my order and Military secrecy, all the undead that raises by Alfred, will be called an Expandable units, which will be used in any live practice and any labour work in the case of unavailable labour.

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A dead body. ###

He looked at me a little concerned. "I'm not leaving unless you come with me," I told him and squeezed his hand. He smiled back at me. "I don't know if you remember what happened the first time I visited your home and what I am, um, I'm Death and I'm immortal," I stated firmly and watched an array of emotions cross his eyes. "What does that even mean, you kill people and cannot die," he asked incredulously. I bit my lip and sighed.

Not even in death. The End.

“Look, I know something is bothering you and you have to talk to me.” I sighed. “Okay, fine. It’s nothing really, it’s just because of Uncle Zach and his funeral arrangements.” I lied. “Everything has been overwhelming.” Aiden rubbed his temples and let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, let’s just get through today, I’m always here if you need to talk.” He pulled me in a warm embrace and patted my back. It was Uncle Zach’s funeral and they still hadn’t found the reason for his death. They even had an autopsy done at the Hawkins General Hospital and the autopsy said the cause of his death was undetermined.

“How?” “I’m here.” His words make me smile, but the deep sadness still doesn't go away. I'm not sure it ever will. "What about your mom?" he asks. I sigh. “She also died in a car accident. When I was a baby.” He cringes. “That’s a messed up coincidence.” “...Yeah.” Was it a coincidence? “Headmaster Stroud said he wouldn’t be surprised if my father is actually alive.” I shake my head at the moon.

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.