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Undead Resurrection Of Soul

Conquering the Stars with the Undead

“You shall command… Legacy.” Charon thought he would grow up to be a hero, a savior, a shining light for all humans across the galaxy. But humanity is at war. Beset on all sides, their empire is standing only through the combined forces of technology and magic. Massive mechs were constructed, the fabled Colossus Machines, designed to defend the galaxy. The Mages were rallied, bringing forth elemental destruction. Yet it wasn't enough. Planets fell, their people enslaved to the enemies of mankind. Even the Colossus Machines, strong as they were, could not keep up. Charon was one of the orphans caught in the war effort, surviving through determination and courage, earning him the gaze of the God of Death. Gifted with a great and terrible power, the reviled element Soul, the dead around him suddenly become gateways into a realm thought lost to time. Through it, he can chain undead beasts to himself, forcing them to serve in his legions. He is sent into the River Acheron, the realm of the strongest undead, and is made to fight for his release. During this time, he attempts to uncover secret histories and advance his powers to master the undead. With these powers, he learns something new about magic and technology: He can fuse souls into the Colossus Machines, allowing the power of Death to run through their cores. They become warped, twisted machines of vengeance that earn malevolent abilities. They become strong enough to win a war. Magic and machine are mixed to create something more, something darker. An army fit for a master of magic, a general of legions, a conqueror of the stars... An Archon of Death. **WARNING** The story has a lot of nuance and subplots. If you like complex world-building and lore, you'll love this. He gets his power around chapter 5 or 6, and it then develops from there. DISCORD: https://discord.gg/BJ3DTumc29
Trim_2cool · 24.2K Views

The Undead's Personal Slave

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?
rach_sales · 165.7K Views

Reborn as the Undead Overlord

“He died broken. But death... was only the beginning.” Aarav was just a boy—fragile, quiet, bullied for being different. One bloody evening shattered what was left of his hope. Beaten to the edge of death, he closed his eyes expecting nothing but darkness. But fate had other plans. When he awakens, he’s not alone. A mysterious system whispers from within, offering him a path not of healing... but of power. The power to command the dead. Haunted by the memories of a cruel past and driven by a single promise—to protect the only person who ever loved him, his mother—Aarav begins a new journey. A journey through blood, bone, and shadow. But this is no hero’s tale. This is the rise of a Necromancer. This is the birth of a conqueror. This is a world where strength is law—and Aarav has only one choice: Raise the dead... or become one of them. What to Expect: A system-driven dark fantasy full of undead mechanics and strategic summoning Deep emotional bonds, especially between mother and son Villains you’ll hate, and a protagonist who walks the line between justice and vengeance Slow, powerful progression from bullied child... to feared necromancer overlord Unexpected twists, ancient secrets, and a legacy far darker than he imagined If you believe pain can give birth to power... If you're ready to follow a broken boy into a world that fears him... Then welcome to Born to Raise the Dead. Add to your library, leave a comment, and prepare for the undead to rise! Would you like a shorter version for platforms like Webnovel's homepage or banners? Or a hook tagline to draw people into Chapter 1?
SoulRifters · 4K Views

Personification of Fate : I Created An Undead Apocalypse

In a world where magic clashes with machines, one forsaken soul holds the power to end the vile conflict… or burn everything down. Lucian Azen Zane was cast into the world of Aarth 62 as a newborn with no past—only a name and a dangerous gift. Neither magic nor science will claim him. Feared by both realms for his power to destroy magic itself and wield a limitless system, Lucian walks a path no one dares to tread. His dream? To unite a world torn by centuries of war between sorcery and technology. But when his first love is slaughtered before his eyes by soldiers of the scientific empire, everything shatters. Peace becomes a distant dream. Vengeance becomes his purpose. And the line between salvation and destruction begins to blur. Now, the boy who once sought to end cataclysms becomes the Cosmic Undead God, The one who personifies fate and the creator of the Undead Apocalypse. Will he save the world—or scorch it under the weight of his grief and power? [ Genre Bending : Sci-fi, Dark Fantasy, Historical War ] [ Tags : Adventure, Action, System, High IQ, Magic, Dark, Overpowered, Antihero, Military, Advanced Technology, Undead, Apocalypse, Mecha, Doomsday, Mystery ] When Others End Apocalypses He Creates The Most Devastating Apocalypse Of Them All. ___________ The long prologue is the protagonist's childhood tale, it's unedited though so if you wish to read it, you can. 2 Chapters per day 3 Chapters per weekend.
Promstarprime · 16.5K Views

Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Everyday was the same for Skullius. An Undead minion of the lowest order like him, didn’t have to find a grand purpose… other than mining mana gems for his Lich master, of course. His peers thought so. They lacked ambition. To be fair, so did he. But there was just that something that kept nagging at him. A spark that no other skeleton seemed to have. Other than being the sassy bullshitter obsessed with mana that he was, why did Skullius vaguely remember being something other than a Moronic Undead drone once? What had come before his Undeath? In the end, it was this spark that allowed our atrocious hero to escape the clutches of his evil master and reach another world. And it is in this world, chock full of dangers – most beckoned by Skullius’ abnormally horrendous luck, to be honest – that the skeleton’s journey begins. In Aigas – the new world – he prepared for the greatest getback of an age armed with a power greater than that of the Liches of Deadmanland! ...... [Author’s Answers To Popular Readers’ Questions] Q: (IHateArjuun77) -Hey author, is your book trash?- A: (Author) -Haha, screw you dear reader. The answer is NO. The story has elements of comedy, action, magic, adventure and Brutality. Like it gets really dark sometimes. There’s a comprehensive story with characters that I tried my damndest to NOT make generic on top of a cool power system that’s for the most part easy to understand. So its not trash. Q: (IFreakingHateArjuun56) -Hey author why is your first volume so slow paced and... trash?- A: (Author) -Haha. It’s how I designed the First Volume to be. It’s a fun setup that doesn’t focus on many things other than the MC’s mentality, powers and route of progression. The next volumes are normal paced, focusing on the world, the villains and general expansion but all while still retaining the book theme and fun experience- Q: (ShadeIsAPervert001) -Hey author, I instinctively sense that I’ll hate this book, when should I drop? A: (Author) -Is this the same reader?! Anyway, I’ll give a range. Read a minimum of the first 20 chapters to a max of up to chapter 44 before you decide on anything too rash. I’ll hunt down this reader! --- Discord: [ https://discord.gg/8hcraTjzE9 ]
Shade_Arjuun · 2.3M Views

The Nanite Necromancer: Resurrecting Darkness

Alexander sank deeper into the salty river that fed into the Ocean. his wound bleeding into the ocean, despite the cauterizing burn from the quarter sized hole. 'No, please. Not like this. Not when everything was working out. Quin, Seraphina, Grey, I'm so sorry. every time I try to fix things.. I should have know not to trust those rich bastards. I swear to any god that will listen, give me a break, will you!' Alexander replayed the moment of the attack. Kahawai stood over Alexander with the golden flame threatening to blast him. the spell was a low first tier spell using fire and air to condense and increase in power enough to melt metal. "You're joking, right Kahawai. You cant just hit me with that. I'm only ranked F. Your going to kill me." He flinched, taking a step backwards. the edge of the dock making him step forward again. "You have no one to blame but yourself, Alexander. This world is unforgiving and I cannot have you as a weak link. This is to important! Survive this and you will prove you are ready. If you cant then you will die here. Better her than getting the rest of us killed later." Kahawai held his spell at Alexander, firing at his center. 'I wont die, not like this!' A swirl of darkness took him further down into the river, swallowing him. Do you wish to live? 'Yes!' Will you serve? 'Yes, as long as I can live with my family. Anything.' Then I have found you. The soothing voice faded, releasing the darkness around him. A mass of darkness flooded round Alexander, slightly different from the magical darkness. it covered his body and entered the wound and into his body. 'User found, initiating repair function. greeting user. Hello host, you may call us, Lunaris.'
UndeadAngel · 38.5K Views

Black Onyx: Phoenix Resurrection

From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of an immortal vessel. Thus, through pain and flames, I forged it. "From death through flames, to life again, the Heavens will forge, an eternal man!" *** He was once but a man, a young one from Earth, a man that crossed over to another world. After a long string of both fortunate and unfortunate events, he was killed, only to be resurrected by the powers of a Phoenix. Gerald, in his eternal pursuit of power, went and joined a Sect of powerful Cultivators where he learned to properly use his newly gained magic powers in the unfamiliar world, and with a tiny compounding advantage, began to dominate his enemies. He pursued not strength, money, or women, though those too were gained along the way, instead, he craved a body to withstand and witness the end of the world. "What use is money without a long life to enjoy it? What use are the fancy sword techniques and mystic arts, if you can’t take a hit? How many mistakes can one make, before a mortal wound brings them down? It takes just one, and you never see it coming." *** Join, and follow the story of Gerald Fireborn as he explores his new world, pursuing immortality at any cost while avoiding succumbing to death for the second time. PS: Although the story is a continuation of the previously completed book Black Onyx – Forgotten Magic, NO KNOWLEDGE OF THE PREVIOUS STORY IS REQUIRED! The book is written to be enjoyed on its own, so yeah... Enjoy!
GoldenShadow · 274.9K Views
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