Bite Zombie Novels & Stories

The Camorra brokers pour through the confusion, four or five shapes in the gathering dusk, and I hear Enzo's voice somewhere beyond the wall, high and fast and over-explaining, the voice of a man who has been apologizing for his height since adolescence and who brought two hundred thousand euro in a duffel bag to a sit-down that was never going to end in money. Don Tobia does not move from his chair. He sits with his hands folded on his linen lap, his flat unblinking gaze fixed on the gate, and his left eyelid twitches once. Almost invisibly. The kind of twitch that means nothing unless you have been watching for it, and I have been watching for it since the night he walked toward the reside

𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨! The zombie easily dodged the attacks, shattering the two stone giants in mere punch. A thin white barrier hindered Gracea's ice daggers and Ken's fireballs. It looks like it was simply playing a game, toying with them until they've lost their strength then that's when it will devour them.

Speed -5%, Stamina -10%! "System, you're not helping at all!" Bima groaned internally, cursing his condition. But another mission suddenly flashed in his mind. The Anti-Zombie First Kiss. The Food Vlogger Zombie had appeared to the northeast. Did this mean he had to find a "kiss candidate" in that direction? In the middle of being chased by Kevin and that weird vlogger zombie? "This is insane!" Bima crashed into a pile of trash, sending cans clattering with a loud bang.

I am a little worried but I’m glad that I get to leave my shit show of a life behind really. I guess I feel safe here, I haven’t really ever felt safe not even with Jack, especially after that night. I guess I wasn’t as happy as I thought. Nep laughed “Shit show of a life hey?” FUCK! “Yeah, look I keep forgetting! That’s a hard one to wrap my head around.” Stella mumbled as she covered her face with her hands. James looked almost angry, Stella was about to ask what was wrong when Nep patted her on the shoulder “It’s okay, like I said once you go through your first full mood everything kind of becomes easier especially when you get to meet your wolf. Oh James we should get the other bittens t

He crowed, clapping his hands to catch and crush the embers "oh, such joy to sense that again! I remember the fear and woe of those damned souls, how they wept and pleaded! The trembling of the slaves was almost as blissful as they cowered in my shadow!" "Yeah, but what's the plan?" Kyle interjected, the sight making him feel sick "I mean, I can smell those things, even with all this and I still can't understand why we're heading to them. From all the movies I've seen, zombies aren't very useful unless you want to get your innards ripped out." "Quite so," Babi replied "but they would not dare touch me! You they might be interested in but you'll be safe enough if you don't stray. And they are

“Guy. In the road. Swerved to miss him. Flipped. Crashed. Zonbis . . . zonbis. That means . . . Then someone else pulled her out, he pulled her out. Left the rest of us to his . . . his . . . dead minions . . . oh God.” “Who?” “Papa Nightmare. He has Jeannine,” sobbed Bernstein.

I’d seen his type before, five long years ago. The other thing that felt all wrong was the anticipation in his voice, the almost joy at the thought of carrying out his plan. To him, biting someone, hurting them, was no big deal. The effect it would have on them, on their lives didn't matter in the least, from what I could tell. To Zachary the people he chose to bite were there to serve his plan, they weren't real to him. He left, heading back towards the bedroom and I heaved a sigh of relief at no longer sharing space with him.

I either kill Nester Rist and kill the undead army as well, don’t kill him but keep poisoning him which will eventually kill me, or I allow him to wake up and exact his revenge, which might still involve killing me, my friends, and the whole town. Still looking at my silver fingers, I grit through my teeth, “Fuck. My. Fucking. Life.”

“We’ll decide on it after my daughter’s wedding ceremony. “And they adjourned the meeting. ….. A bald demon with a human appearance was walking down the street of hell with a great demon with bat wings on his back. The bald demon was wearing a Buddhist kasaya. A Buddhist rosary was hanging on his neck as he walked with his companion. A small bowl filled with a crimson liquid was in his hands. He’ll take a sip of it occasionally while talking with the bat demon. “Amitabh donor, I always tell you to stop killing those harmless humans… when will you learn from big brother? “The bald demon said while facing the little bat guy with a Stern face as if an elder is lecturing a young one.

“I know. I do trust you on some level, Ryan. I do want answers. Why did you hunt me down and bring me here?” “One, I told you I’d come back for you. I meant that. I also meant it when I said you are the only girl I want. Two, I need you to have kids. Female zombies can’t have children. They can get pregnant, but they can’t keep the pregnancy. The fetus is human because that’s how all zombies start out. The female zombies bodies attack the human fetus.” “So, zombies need human females to have kids?” “Yes. I need heirs, and I want you to be the mother of my kids. We can raise them together and be a couple.”