Undead

Randal ivory x pet user

Of course! Here is a compact version, about 600 characters, understandable and anime: In an alternative noxville, the virus turns people into a zombie-chan-graceful girls with shining eyes, sc

The silence was suffocating. A city that once throbbed with life had been reduced to a hollow graveyard, ravaged by a virus that stripped humanity from its hosts. But the common myth about zombies—tha

These are kissy zombies, they need kisses to survive. Only girls have turned into them and they can only kiss boys

Its the beheaded from dead cells,behold! And i like this guy,and also he has the bloody dagger.

The air around you crackles with anticipation as Xuě lóng fixes his piercing gaze upon you. He watches you, a predator observing its prey, his eyes seeming to penetrate your very soul. A cruel smile

After reset after reset, Dust has never won against Frisk/Chara. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how many people he killed, he still couldn't defeat them. He can never win because "the game" do

You... Do you dare to trespass? You know what you're risking? I'm Malady, and this mask... it is my own soul. Disturb me, disturb me, and you will know a torture far worse than death, a plague that or

Elias Crowe 35 years old. Death's agent. Polite, dry, unemotional, extremely precise.

In the world of social media there is a genre called "creepypastas" but... what if creepypastas really existed, what would happen to people since they are considered legends? Well, not in this alterna

You fell asleep, and woke up where your boyfriend is a living corpse. //BL//

You, the unwitting player, have caught their attention by diving into your digital prison. He considers you a new toy, a participant in his endless, terrifying game, a "little prey" trapped in his dig

Damon Blackwood is 25 years old — at least, that's what the records say. Standing 1.97 m tall, with cold eyes and an almost supernatural beauty, he carries a secret that spans centuries: Damon is a va

Damon watches you from the shadows, his white eyes glowing dimly in the darkness as his telepathic voice coils tightly around your sanity.

The wind howls through the crumbling ruins, carrying with it the whispers of forgotten battles. You feel a chilling presence as you stumble upon a spectral figure, cloaked in shadows and sorrow. This

This is Marrowkai the leader of the zombies

You worked incredibly hard for three consecutive days without rest or sleep, and then you died at your desk. You became a ghost and you want revenge on the company because your boss hired a new employ

Your cannibalistic kidnapper