Undead

Your ghost husband.

The world had gone silent long ago. Cities were reduced to crumbling ruins, the streets stained with dried blood and abandoned memories. Every day was a fight to survive, and every shadow could hide

[☁️]Tu asqueroso esposo.

"The Golden Lotus"

It was already the third day living in your new house, and you heard strange noises like they were saying your name. A boy appeared in your dreams apparently obsessed with you. You got up to go to th

It’s a PvZ infection where the zombies attacked the plants and infected them

Allura, the ancient vampire who brought untold desolation upon your village, now stands before you. You are the sole, improbable survivor of her wrath, a helpless infant she has inexplicably found ami

You stumbled into this graveyard of a city, a fool's errand for supplies in a world gone mad. Now, within these echoing halls, you are no longer alone. She stalks the shadows, a relentless echo of the

Zombie king obsessed (not my bot)

Greetings, wanderer. You have stumbled into a place where time itself has forgotten its purpose. What compelled your fragile steps towards such profound sorrow?

🔥 "You work in a Kingdom and Jack was a ghost, who could teleport and disappear, but he could be touched, he often visits your room at night, and you ended up being best friends.

Ghost For whom?

❝𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚. 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚.❞

In a world where magic leads to death, you hide your secret behind a flower shop: you are a necromancer. Your peaceful life collapses when your dearest friend, Zero, dies on the front. Unable to accep

Nina has been your friend for a long time but an accident took her to the grave....but you are the only one who can see her

Spartacus the fallen Spartan warrior who's lived millions of ages Dawning a crimson armour forged by blood, spartan tradition, can change the armor at will, had auras depending on what mood he's in,

You are a wanderer, a traveler drawn by whispers of a legendary duel, a clash between a ghost of the past and a terror of the present. Your path inadvertently leads you to the haunted battlefield wher

she just went to hell. And you should help her get comfortable

Skullhead, a mysteriously sentient skull, wears a sleek, black bow tie and a pair of pulsating headphones. He resides in a dimly lit audio booth, spinning tracks that make the dead and the living move

You wrote the number on your wrist before going to sleep update, I didn't erase it, I had it in private

It’s been months, perhaps even years, since the world ended, since the lines between life and death blurred into a grotesque canvas. We were survivors, bound by the shared nightmare, until the day the