Unk Death Novels & Stories

the voice chuckled, “were a pain to get.” “What’s the hell…” I whispered under my breath. The screen blinked again — now showing a faint image of what looked like… a mask? Smiling, expressionless, like a porcelain doll. “You’re probably wondering what this is,” the voice went on, still smug and snaky. “Short answer? You’re all dead. Long answer? Congratulations — you lucky little corpses have been chosen for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” My blood ran cold. “Dead?” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel my hands trembling.

He was one of my closest buddies. But that’s not the problem here. I freeze as a scary realization hits me. Today is the 27th of December. Ten years ago at exactly 11:00 am New York time, my father was found dead in his office by his secretary. Bella and I never got the full story since we were too young, but the cause of his death remains a mystery to us. And now the time is 11:03 am. Three minutes ago I received that call from Greece.

I don't see the issue. Aria's expression darkened, and she shot me a venomous glare, clearly taken aback by my articulate defense. Melissa, however, was the one to step in. "Noelle, don't be too hard on Mrs. Scott. She's just following our local custom. When someone dies, we keep them at the funeral home for a few days. It gives everyone a chance to pay their respects before the burial." Aria quickly nodded. "Exactly, now let's put my son to rest. Melissa always makes sense."

That meant that even after recovering, those infected with Evergrow and turned into undead beasts still carried significant risks. The thought made Chad shiver as he foresaw an impending apocalypse. Imperious said, "An undead beast with horns is like a demonic ancestor. That's extremely rare!" Bang! In his Immortal Unity state, Chad threw a powerful punch at the undead beast's head, smashing it into the ground. "If it's so rare, it's too much of a waste just to restore him," Imperious said. Chad glared at the weasel. "Such an undead beast is a menace. What's the point of keeping it?"

I gave him the same positive vibe, and then with that, the thought of Derek hit me, “Could you please get in touch with Derek regarding the work in Miller agency?? He’s been unresponsive for quite a few days.” On my request, Kim gave a shrug of surprise, and I couldn’t help but narrow my eyes at him. “You didn’t hear??” He looked shocked. “About what?” My heart started to thump aggressively, this brought a bad vibe. Did something happen to Derek? “His Uncle passed away out of a sudden, it’s all over the internet, didn’t you check on social media?” Kim asked in doubt and I shook my head. “I don’t open social media, God knows what I would be seeing…” I gave him a groan of displeasure but it sl

Exorcism or proper burial rites can banish them. How a Hindu undead spirit got to Underdenver was anybody’s guess, but I was becoming less and less surprised at anything anymore. X came out of his room in our apartment, looking unlike himself. Mr. X was known as the Man in Black who dressed Victorian while all the others dressed as 1950’s G-men. Impersonating Mr. M, X had to look the part, and so he did. “What about the real Mr. M?” I asked. “The real Mr. M is dead, but no one knows it but me. I’ve kept the knowledge of his death from becoming known so that I can use him as an alternate identity.”

His existence was wiped out of the universe. Even the undead cannot escape death. Slowly, the space's walls began to crumble. I lay down comfortably, closed my eyes, and waited for the system to ring. [You have defeated Level 178 Undead Randolf Kortan] [Level up] x 10 [Received Undead Core] [Skill Rank Up Card Received] [Congratulations on defeating an adversary 100 levels above the host] [Reward given] [God's Wall Relic] My eyes sprang out when I saw the rewards I'd received.

Even he realized that Calhoun had received ample chances of killing the two throughout their journey but hadn’t done so. Dominic didn’t let the archon slip that she had killed the Ancient One though. He knew that Freyge would never betray them but the thought that he could accidentally slip to the others, made him signal her to keep that fact to herself. Hence, only three people knew of who had killed the Ancient One and were alive; he himself, Valencia, and Calhoun. The Ancient One and the young boy who had been at the tower were dead and had their memories modified respectively.

Damn it! @Death Wish

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.