115 Zombie Novels & Stories

The Devil laughed and laughed. "This is working like magic" he continued laughing. "Raymond, I need you to do something for me" he turned to Raymond. Raymond stood at ease raising his chin up. He was ready to obey any other he gave to him. "Slap her!" he commanded her Raymond slapped Grace hard instantly making her fall off. "Now, my mission for you us this. You made a vaccine for the zombies at Newland Elite Schools. I'm not interested in the vaccine. I have interest in the method you used in administering it. Using mosquito" he clapped lightly probably to commend Raymond.

I remained silent at the front, with my gun raised and ready the whole time. The emergency lights in the research lab flickered on and off, and the air stank of blood and decay. Distant growls of the zombies rumbled through the halls. We were about to reach the exit when a familiar wail cut through the darkness. "Help… Please, help me!" I took a closer look and saw Esmeralda pinned against a wall by three zombies, their teeth sinking into her. Her right arm had been ripped off, blood gushing like a fountain.

"Honey, our ship doesn't leave for another three days. "However, we still have one last ace up our sleeve, the most valuable insurance policy. "Honey, you've got one more act to play – a staged suicide by jumping off a building." When I remained silent, they both took me by the arms and led me to the hospital's rooftop. Chester would not stop yammering about how safe it was to leap from the 60-meter-high building. He boasted about the safety net he rigged up below, assuring me that a blindfolded count to twelve would see me land without a scratch.

"The coastal station is compromised. There’s an old subway tunnel five miles from here that leads to the 'Dead Zone'—the ruins of the first city. That’s where Life Zero began." ​We ran. ​The five miles felt like five minutes. With the Scythe active, my physical limits were gone. I was a blur of violet light, and Julian—connected to me through the bond—kept pace, his movements fluid and lethal. We were no longer a doctor and a patient; we were two halves of a single, devastating storm. ​We reached the entrance to the "Dead Zone"—a rusted iron gate swallowed by overgrown vines that pulsed with a strange, sickly blue light. This was where the "Modern World" ended and the "Supernatural World" be

The zombie's claws ripped through the soldier's throat, causing blood to spray everywhere. Dustin screamed and ran for the third floor. Emilia tried to go after him, but she was blocked by another zombie. As she dodged desperately, her arm was slashed by the zombie. Now. I squeezed the trigger. My bullet went through the zombie's skull with precision. Black blood spurted from it, and the zombie collapsed with a thud. Emilia froze, looking in the direction my bullet came from. I fired again, taking out the threat to her left.

Fondness points: -800] [Lukey was scratched by a zombie. Fortunately, I had medicine with me. Fondness points: -500] [Jeffrey smiled at me today. Fondness points: +10] [Shoved into a swarm of zombies for the second time. Everyone said I was useless. Fondness points: -400] [Shoved for the third time. Fondness points: Depleted. System execution: Activated] [I watched over this city for three years, but everyone wants me dead.]

The stench of blood and corpse-filled my nostrils as I stepped foot into the east soil… I froze on my spot as I took in the scene before me. Bodies were littered on the ground, and ashes from the demised vampires too were all scattered on the ground. Blood stains were also flooding into a deep pool. Werewolves both in bodily and wolf form lay sprawled out on the ground. Torn open and flung around, some even in clusters. Children were in different locations, some hiding some in the open crying their eyes out of the most horrible experience of their lives.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

the pilot shouted over the noise, pointing down. Rachel pressed her face against the window, her breath fogging the glass. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight below: two figures locked in what could only be described as a battle of wills. The first, a tall, commanding young man, exuded a dark aura, his outstretched arms seemingly manipulating the swarming mass of zombies around him. The second, a younger man, stood his ground, his golden-hued eyes glowing with defiance as the horde seemed to hesitate under his influence.

Screams tore through the B2 level. Martha and I bolted for the stairs. Marcus stumbled behind. The smell of blood hit us like a wall. In the makeshift chapel, Sister Catherine was on her knees before the cross. A bloody hole gaped in her neck. A zombie was hunched over her, greedily tearing at her flesh. It had crawled in through an air vent. “Oh God…” Marcus retched. I grabbed a nearby iron chalice and slammed it into the zombie’s head.