Best Zombie Novels Novels & Stories

For a moment, he just stood there with furrowed brows, his orbs fixed on the cover. “Zombies are Real?” he read, tapping his fingers on the book. Taking a deep breath, he averted his gaze to the books seated next to them. Using his free hand, he grabbed one. “Supernatural Being.” With his lips curled, he scanned them from back-to-front cover. Immediately after, his mind drifted without prior warning. Something about the titles probed his guts. He just didn’t know what. Should he believe these zombies and supernatural beings were true? If not, how could he explain what he’d seen the night before?

The woman laughed blandly, as she breathed heavily when her body finally out of the deserted mall. Now the question of where the zombies go is finally got answered. Maybe because they have not been getting enough blood lately, their bodies are starting to change, and they are starting to be afraid of light now. They hide in dark places to find their prey during the day. Maya had indeed seen the same incident in the lab where they had been researching zombies all along. But until now, there has been no definite theory that explains why the zombies they have locked up in the lab can suddenly burn as if a high-temperature light has burned them down. Maya felt today she was really lucky. Because

The most toxic of all metals for vampires. He looked past them, and saw additional layers of bars behind them. He had no doubt now that the savage seven were being kept here. Kyle heard a faint rumbling noise. As he leaned in, suddenly a long, yellow claw reached out of the blackness, towards the bars. This was followed by a hideous face, with long, orange fangs, drooling. He could smell its rotten breath, even from here. Ancient, primordial creatures, the savage seven were too hideous too look at, even for Kyle, and he had to turn away. For a moment, he felt relieved that they were locked up, and he second-guessed releasing them.

Without hesitation, Blake followed her out the door, and as they leapt together into the sky, it was then that Vivian realized that the human Blake was truly gone. * Vivian was delighted to see the town below her in utter chaos. Teenage vampires from their high school roamed the streets, causing destruction everywhere they went. Cars were tipped over and set alight. Houses were broken into, the families living in them rushing into the street in blind panic. She looked over at Blake and smiled. He returned the gesture, and Vivian thought that nothing in the world would make her happier than she was in that moment. Nothing but killing Scarlet Paine.

she said and when Hazel’s eyes moved to look at the side, she added, “without involving my daughter in it.” Hazel returned her eyes to look at her and released a sigh. She went to take her seat and Caitlin followed her, taking a seat facing her. She said, “The only viable solution I have come up with for the past eighteen years now is that we let the vampires take over the world and let the worst happen. What could possibly happen that time?” she asked as if thinking to herself. “The humans would become slaves, have their bloods dried and their bones might be used as turning sticks, which would be useful for me. Or well, there could be hunters, again and war would break out. But we already k

Bayo hissed through gritted teeth. The connection was undeniable now. The zombies were not mindless; they were driven by instinct amplified by Akin’s will. Bayo felt the resonance between them, a link forged not by choice but by circumstance. His body tensed as he realized that same force pulling them toward destruction was brushing against his own consciousness. --- As Bayo focused on the connection, the hunger became more vivid. It wasn’t just a primal need—it was an all-consuming void that could never be filled. The zombies wanted to devour, to tear apart everything in their path, and they wouldn’t stop until nothing remained.

"Sorry, I didn't..." "No problem," she said with a side smile. She looked next to the boy and a few meters away, she saw a book. She walked a bit and picked it up, wiping off the snow. She couldn't help but let out a sigh. • EXCERPTS OF WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN: MELIA CONKINOVA • KRESTYNE WEILL This was becoming more viral than rage in 1880. Completely, unprecedentedly viral. It was already boring her, honestly, it was. And even more so, with all the falsehood she could find there.

Except for a daring someone, the little girl gaze deepened again. The surrounding zombies and the woman that was being chased earlier to be eaten and was now forced by zombie 1 who is huffing in madness and its body already shrouded with darkness to the direction where zombie 4 corpse is for the reason of being the only one who had the power to bring back dead to life so in short, zombie 1 reason for dragging her rudely at the back of her collar is for her to revive zombie 4 back from the dead. But the thing that was even more rude is, they had unexpectedly got fed with dog food by the very own little girl whose hands had just killed a zombie ruthlessly a while ago and the unfeeling zombie t

A crowd of zombies had already poured in from there. As the screams echoed, I switched off the monitors, lay down on my bed, and picked up a book. It wasn't a long read; I could probably finish it in three or four hours. By then, everything outside should be over. … When I closed the book, four hours had passed. It was the longest I had ever spent reading a book. The idea that I'd gained a little more knowledge left me feeling quite satisfied. When I pulled up the feeds again, bodies were scattered all over the safe house. Many infected were drifting aimlessly through the building.

Streams of white light energy hit them and sent them and the bodies they possessed down into the abyss. I moved my hand, aimed at zombies, and sent them to the darkness of the Underworld. A zombie in the form of a naked shifter had cracked the back of a screaming Neratomay Elder, and I shot it, sending the both of them into the abyss. Paul was punching a zombie that had entered the body of a Were-bear, its mouth the size of an alligator. Though Paul knocked the bear off balance, the bear wasn't stunned. I aimed my power at the bear's cavernous mouth seconds before it would have locked onto Paul's face. I returned that abomination to the Underworld. "Paul, you can't fight them!" I yelled. "St