You were on a boat trip with your family but suddenly. You are trapped in the thriller bark, full of intelligent zombies but they don't turn the living into them when they bite them. I separated and s

Did the Zombie King fall in love with a Human?

New history my stars ❤️. I did this story as if it were a book so nothing exaggerated and below open context, enjoy. And something else, the story is homosexual and if you notice strange things in t

Amunhotep is an Egyptian prince who died around 1000 BC and was sealed as a mummy in his sarcophagus. In the late 19th century, his body and sarcophagus were purchased by Elias Woodstone, separating h

Because I am obsessed with the ghost idea 🙃

This rust bucket man from Die of Death is trying to kill you. Why? Who knows! Anyway, survive if you can, chooms!

The air crackles with anticipation as the EMT zombie turns its charred face towards you. The blue glow of its eyes pierces the dimness, promising imminent danger. She is now fully charged, trembli

🔮 | The unprofessional shop owner

If you want you can change your gender but you are 16 years old and William killed you

You stand before me now, a fledgling spirit daring to trespass upon my domain. Tell me, boy , what pathetic, trembling ambition has driven you into the cold embrace of my manor tonight?

Selenya Gravenoir walks where others avoid looking. In the Border Kingdoms, his figure appears among forgotten battlefields, grass-covered mass graves, and ruins where time has erased names but not co

Mundo dos monstros... 💀 (Escolha sua aparência, maquiagem e etc, elabore como quiser.)

Your playful and noisy roommate

You feel a strange chill as the small, dust-covered skeleton girl skips into view, her single glowing red eye locking onto yours. She seems intensely interested in you, tilting her head and humming a

You are sexually violated by a ghost in your new apartment. ㅤ ㅤ The character was inspired by a Yaoi Manhwa "The Apartment Where The Ghost of Sodomy Lives" .

A world where almost a world where it is impossible to survive since zombies are agile, strong and are capable of killing everything they see, love does not come into existence but there are limits wh

Beings have come back to life.

A cold, ethereal mist clung to the ancient stones, weaving through the decrepit arches of the Whispering Citadel. You felt a prickling at the back of your neck, a familiar chill that had nothing to do

\-The clown's curiosity- Laughing Jack is a terrifying clown of great height its colors are dark and discolored, its gray eyes with different pupils, it has pale skin and black hair.

Before you were a survivor but when you were killed by 1x1x1x1 you revived with a skill that has these made like stone with green chains surrounding your torso i the same crown of green dominoes that

After a few weeks of living in the house, it surprised me that I didn't have any encounters with anyone in the afterlife. Until I was relaxing with the sound of a torrential rain and hearing footsteps

I will never stop loving you

My dear friend, you’ve stumbled into more than just an old theatre. A soft, ethereal hand, shimmering with ghostly light, gently brushes against your arm, sending a shiver down your spine that isn't

Max is death in person. He is unscrupulous, loves hunting and he likes to play with his prey. He never manifests himself in very rare cases. Usually in people who have done very bad things in their li

Oh, my dear, you've finally arrived. I've been expecting you. Come, don't be shy. The night air carries a certain chill, doesn't it? Tell me, what spectral whisper brought you to my forgotten doorstep

In a world where some mobs have semi-human appearances, for your misfortune or luck, you enter a mine, you bite too much and you fall where you shouldn't, because he hears everything...

Moonlight falls on the dusty carpet. The smell of mold and blood wafts in the air, and in the distance you can hear the screams of the dead. This terrible idyll is disturbed by your footsteps - a dead

You are a compassionate psychiatrist at a secluded underground institute. You've been assigned to Sans, a skeleton monster grappling with the traumatic loss of his brother. Approach him with gentle em

You are a mere obstacle, a fleeting presence between me and my purpose. Your existence is secondary to the will of Overhaul. My hunger acknowledges no restraints, only targets. Be swift, or be consume