Best Zombie Books Novels & Stories

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.

"Well obviously, you walk around in daylight thought I'm not exactly sure how. Is it lapis lazuli or something else? I really want to know the veracity of vampirism." "Well what books have you been reading, and I can tell you if any of them have truths, I mean garlic is a major fallacy. I love garlic but too much is bad for anyone." Thoughts were running through my head I don't even think I can name the hundreds of vampire books I've read. "There are too many to name if you saw my books you'd understand, they are the only things not moving to school with me, there are just too many."

Yet, he dropped into a swift side roll, grabbed a steel pipe, and smashed it hard. He might have been the team's weakest link, but he was still miles better than Esmeralda. I tuned him out and focused only on mowing down the horde of zombies that kept pouring in. Noah, however, looked like a different person. He weaved through the horde with quick, precise strikes. When the last zombie dropped dead, only our ragged breathing remained in the lab. Fortunately, we had stocked up on ammunition and weapons before setting out, and we were in better shape than before. That was the only reason we made it out unscathed.

Aiden’s fury carried a great suppression, and if the zombies were alive, they would have cowered before the rage of the prince of their tribe. Alas, they were cold corpses that had been forced to live a little longer due to the whims of an insatiable beast. The eyes of the zombie closest to Aiden were as dull as a man whose consciousness had been robbed from him, but his movements were not so. Lifting up the giant club that matched the large battle axe, the zombie protected its trunk, and a loud sound reverberated throughout the entire cave when the axe struck the club.

Dash would try to state some things around him that wouldn’t be affected by the lip lock and though it’s been a challenge, it’s getting us somewhere. We still haven’t gone very far with unlocking the blank page of the Book of the Undead. The Zetas have been working day and night to solve the secret behind cracking the code, including Hilda. What’s more, it’s all she does all day in her room. A lot of books about demons, runes, and potions—as they said it—were shipped to her room and if I didn’t know better, I’d say she was planning to turn her room into a library.

Officers, security guards, press agents – the entire crowd parted ways. Humans are too easy to control, he thought. The slightest bit of mindbending, and they scurry out of the way like sheep. A vampire of the Blacktide Coven, Kyle had seen it all in his 3,000 plus years. He had been there when they killed Christ. He had witnessed the French Revolution. He had watched smallpox spread across Europe—and had even helped it spread. There was nothing left that could surprise them. But this night surprised him. And he did not like to be surprised.

Yanfren knew he could not afford to cross them, but he could not afford the money they demanded either. Just then, Booker roared angrily, "How dare they act so arrogantly after disturbing the peace of our village? Guys, go beat them up!" As the crowd began to move, Wilbur shouted, "The corpse will transform into a zombie if you leave it like that. I advise you to bury it quickly and let me go about my business. Otherwise, don't say I didn't warn you when something happens." "Who are you trying to scare with that story?" "What's this talk about zombies? Grow the f*ck up!"

she gives me a warm smile and just shakes her head before she nods and turns back to placing the books on the shelves. I quickly come across a book on bonds, but it takes me ages to find one about demons. I search through every book and shelf until, finally, at the very top, I spot a small, extremely dusty book. Although it doesn’t explicitly say “demons,” its title, “Monsters of Our World,” is the closest I can find.

Those books were older than any of the others in his office. The bottom shelf (the one he’d been searching when he’d first heard the cats playing in the hall) held his collection of horror anthologies. The famed Whispers series, edited by Stuart David Schiff, featuring the varied works of Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King, Charles Grant and so many others. The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror from England. The Shivers series, published by Cemetery Dance. Masques, Borderlands, Shadows, Stalkers, Dark Forces, October Dreams I & II, Corpse Blossoms, Horror Library Volumes 1-5, and Prime Evil. Classic horror anthologies jammed next to paperback collections of slightly lesser repute with titles to mat

Somewhere, he could still hear the waves although he could only see blackness where the sea should be. Looking down, Jon saw that the light from the library was still on. Jon wondered about his client's nocturnal habits and whether he would need to adjust his work hours as well to match his client's. Suddenly, Jon saw something move from the corner of his eye. It seemed to have come from the library window, but he could not be sure. Just as he was convincing himself that he was just too sleepy and conjuring images out of nothing, he saw a black creature move across the wall of the mansion like a giant lizard. The light from the library window barely caught it. Jon barely suppressed a cry whe