Another Way Out By Hollywood Undead Novels & Stories

Every word hit like a punch to the gut. She shook with rage, hands clamped tight around my throat. Her bloodshot eyes screamed murder. I gasped, air slipping away fast. Right as everything started to blur, Mike kicked her off. "Stupid bitch! You trying to ruin everything? If she dies, how the hell are we supposed to get money from the Felton family?" Cecilia hit the floor hard, shrieking like a maniac. Mike didn't even look at her. Just turned to me. "Chill. You're safe—for now. At least until Terrance Felton shows up with the cash. You two must be something. He's offering a whole billion for you. Not bad, huh?"

The crazed smile on his face, his knuckles dripping gore, was guaranteed to terrify even the most hardened Londoner. And people think I’m crazy! George thought, admiring the little warrior. The dead possessed some glimmer of consciousness, for, once the boys learned the hard way the undead couldn’t be stopped by gutting them or ramming a pry rod through their chest and only crushing the skull or driving a rod into their brain stopped them, some of the undead had resorted to dropping low and going for the takedown like wrestlers. As one did now.

This so called demons don’t want me to take a breather. I can’t even enjoy my best festive season. From fighting Gyllou to trying to save the town from impending doom —again. This is tiresome. Let’s get on with this, shall we? THIS IS THE WAY THE WORLD ENDS; NOT WITH A BANG OR WHIMPER, BUT WITH ZOMBIES BREAKING DOWN THE BACK DOOR ➔ AMANDA HOCKING, HOLLOWLAND When everyone is sleeping with their loved ones, one crazy ass person stands alone in the middle of the night at the cemetery about to raise the dead. Jessica stands at the centre of the cemetery holding a dirty scroll and bottle she got from Abaddon

The thing didn’t even flinch. “They don’t bleed!” Gary snarled through the mind link. “It’s like they don’t even have blood anymore!” I gritted my teeth. This was getting worse by the second. If cutting them, slashing them, or breaking their bones wouldn’t stop them, then we had only one option left, which was to try ripping out their hearts which they were guarding like they knew what we wanted to get out of them. I moved quickly, dodging another attack before driving my hand straight into the chest of the closest undead. My fingers tore through rotting flesh until I reached something solid, the heart. It wasn’t beating, but it was there. Without hesitation, I yanked it out.

“They are all still…” “Zombies,” Rhett said grimly. “They’re final-level zombie now, past vampire blood.” “The only option now is to…” Talen broke off, turning his head. “Down!” Heath snapped out, grabbing Rhett by one arm and Cameron by the other, hauling them both into the bushes. Talen dragged Connery and Aaron after them, so that they were all pressed into the greenery of the local naturopath’s office as a 4WD of Van Helsings drove down the street and reverse back with painstaking accuracy under a streetlight.

I know you are probably wondering what about the undead, well the undead are just empty vessels. Yes they can think and follow instructions but their souls are long departed. They are just empty shells of their former selves. “What do we do now?!” Sophie asked, her eyes misty when I turned to look at her. Damn, I sure am grateful I didn’t have to deal with pregnancy hormones at a time like this. “First of all, we have to move. We can’t stay or we will be caught and secondly we have to find Hades gate, without my powers it's our only best shot out of here.”

this was the undead! The young lady had turned as stiff as a statue, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she was almost killed by her driver and now she had gotten into the hands of the undead, she didn't know which was worse, at least if she was killed by her driver, she would have a quick and merciful death but these mercenaries might torture her until she dies. " How dare you try to kill someone and frame it on the undead" one of the men snorted, his chilling voice made Lily lose her hold on the gun.

I worked my way a hair closer. “They wouldn’t get away with it in a movie,” he said, his voice turning dreamy. “After pulling that shit, their truck would like break down on some side road. They’d be totally alone out there, and they’d be all pissing themselves and shit. And then, WHAM! Fuckin’ machete to the temple! Or zombies come out of the corn rows and rip out their guts, or fuckin’ werewolves or—” “That why you like those movies so much?”

"Once Eve is taken, Dimitri will mobilize every resource he has. We need a clean extraction with no loose ends." "Robert and McCarthy both understand the consequences of failure," Dante said. "They're motivated to cooperate completely." "And afterward?" Luca asked carefully. "What happens to them?" Dante met his gaze steadily. "They disappear. We provide new identities, new locations, enough money to live comfortably in another country. They never contact their old lives again. They vanish." "Which means...." "Which means they can't testify against us," Dante finished. "Can't be leveraged by Dimitri. Can't become a liability."

She only had her shiny black docmartin boots. They pulled up outside a huge country club hotel venue about half an hour later. There were a group of men stood outside the building with cigarettes, there was a woman with short blonde hair cut into a bobb, Kyle walked round to open the car door for Grace, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. "My uncle's over there... in that group of strangers..." she whispered to Kyle and nodded her head slightly in the direction of the Men. As Kyle handed the valet the car keys the blonde haired woman plastered a huge smile on her face and walked over.