Best Zombie Novels Novels & Stories

Brie sat with wide eyes. No way. No way was this real. On the computer screen, flashed four big words. "THE WORLD IS ENDING." She scrolled through twitter, seeing tweets on how to stay alive. Apparently, it was a virus only caught if the body fluids of a carrier entered your body. Brie glanced at Adam, thinking about his wound. What about Melissa? "Okay... Focus." She patted the desk and continued to read. Hopefully, there'd be something helpful, something to keep them alive. She spotted a specific article a stranger had made a few hours ago.

Becky was happy to see her sister enjoying herself. Their next visitors announced themselves by their noisome stench—undead corporeal revenants or zombies. As they passed by the locker, Millie shook her wand at them, but nothing she did could remove their smells of rotting carrion and odoriferous human offal. This night, the zombies did not rush and eat the humans they encountered. Becky wondered whether they weren’t as hungry as usual. She need not have felt concerned as they stormed the space across from her family’s unit and brought out a few of the coffins stored there, intending to eat their contents. When they opened the coffins and gorged themselves on the vampires’ bodies, leaving a

“I found the horde. I think it’s worth asking them for help.” “Say what?” Jasper incredulously exclaimed. “Ask the zombies for help?” “Why not?” Ben asked. “You said yourself that it was the zombie venom that killed the vampires. Thanks to you, they’re immune to the werewolf bite and the wolves haven’t got their powers enhanced enough to go into a den full of vampires. The zombies are our surest bet.” Jasper chose to ignore the dig about the fact that the vampires were immune to the werewolf bite because of him. It was a fact, but it didn’t mean that Ben needed to rub it in. Even so, it wasn’t the time for conflict over ego and hurt feelings.

Well, I can spend almost a whole day in a huge bookstore. Angelo picked a post-apocalyptic book about survival and zombies. I’ve seen him watching a zombie television series last time. Maybe he’s into those kinds of books until now. On the other hand, I picked a cozy high fantasy with a low-stakes book. I’ve read a lot of things about this book on the internet. But ever since we moved to the town, it is not feasible to reach a bookstore. This is the perfect time to read the book along with a drink that we’re going to order.

She could hear a bold voice instructing vampires. “Bring the Vampire Huntress alive.” She listened as she picked up her sword and scurried away. BRADVILLE. It was evening, the sun was setting, and a few people were wandering in the streets. Colby could sight some vampires as he proceeded to Zachary's house. He knew that the world was infested with blood-sucking creatures and he imagined if the supernatural could coexist with the humans, it was something that he would give his life for. He wanted these different species to understand one another and live peacefully. Was it possible? Everyone was different. And as different people, they make different decisions. As he stood on the porch, he ba

“How am I supposed to feel good about any of this if you’re trying to make me see the people trying to kill me as people and not the enemy?” “Hmm,” Verina chuckled. “When one’s own life depends on consuming the flesh of other living beings, these are the sort of preoccupations that disturb your sleep. But you did not come here to discuss philosophy with me, Aislen. How can I help you?” “Well, strangely enough, I had a thought… What if the zombies are meant to be in the water?” “Excuse me?” Verina’s eyebrows pinched together.

Finally, the humans had finished being so happy, had stopped their stupid games, stopped their music, tore off their masks, and ran for their lives. They didn’t get very far. The convicts were on a rampage of looting, raping, and killing, while the released vampires went right for blood. They killed people on the spot, either tearing off their heads, or diving right for their necks and sinking their fangs in deep. They fed and fed, and soon the squares of Venice looked like a battleground. Bodies lay everywhere, storefronts were smashed, tables were turned over… And it was all just beginning. Kyle had not been this happy in years.

Bima snapped internally. This was the worst possible moment. A choice between starving to death or being torn apart by a mob. "We have to make a decision fast," Lia said, her eyes returning to the darkening street. "Those zombies are attracted to noise. They'll be here any second." "The Zombie Food Vlogger is around here too," Bima added, remembering the vroommm sound from earlier. "He’s attracted to 'good food.'" Lia turned her head, her eyebrows arching. "You mean... we can use him?"

The first zombie broke through the defenses, its rotting fingers grabbing the edge of the deck as it climbed up! "Ah!" Screams erupted instantly. The zombie was bloated. Its eyes hung on its cheeks as it lunged straight at me. "Clarissa!" Hans yelled, immediately raising his gun and aiming at the zombie in front of me. The next second, he was immediately drawn to Winnie's scream. "Hans! I'm scared!" He hesitated for a second before immediately turning his gun toward the zombies near Winnie. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach.

With a crack, the rusty kitchen knife sank deep into the gap near the zombie's collarbone and stuck there. The zombie felt no pain. With the knife still lodged in its shoulder, it opened its reeking, bloodstained mouth and lunged for Julian's neck. Julian released the handle in terror, grabbed the zombie by the throat with both hands, and used all his strength to shove it away. At that critical moment, a rush of footsteps came from the stairwell behind him. Another zombie in a janitor's uniform had been drawn over by the noise, and it rushed out of the darkness and bit down on Julian's calf.