Bo2 Zombies Misty Novels & Stories

Hana decided to not abandon me, which allowed Brennan to go after her like a starving piranha. "Hold on," Misty tried to calm the pseudo-sibling shouting match. She strode majestically over to me, Casper, and Libra to take a look at our charge. Within a meter there was no doubt what Casper had been put through. The smell of an orgy's aftermath, the tattered look, the listless smile belying her tears and her inability to focus, clearly chilled Misty.

Jax asked. “Oh but the assassins must be on their way already and reaching any time now. We all will die together,” the disgusting man laughed horribly and Jax simply smirked and put out his cigarette with his boot. “I have a very uneasy feeling, Zara. I pity the prisoner right now. I don’t know why,” Rob confessed as a shiver went down his spine. “Yeah the Alpha seems too cool and collected and if I may add, dangerous too,” Nick whispered. I narrowed my eyes when I saw a peculiar wisp of sparkling mist emitted out of Jax and then my eyes widened as I grasped the vampire power of Mist !

He gave me a dimpled smile in return. "Is it true that a man was found dead at The Mixed Community last night?" I heard someone ask. Alix frowned, hearing it too. "Yes. My mom sent a message checking up on me this morning. I'm yet to reply to her. My damn Mistdove isn't back yet. I swear that animal acts human." Xenos replied. Mistdoves and Mistrows were pets that were used to deliver messages anywhere in MistWorld. "You shouldn't have left her without food. She'll be back." Flash responded, patting Xenos on the back in sympathy.

As the yellow mist swept toward them, the visibility was so poor that it had reached a point where they couldn’t see their fingers clearly. “What’s going on?” Everyone was taken aback. There were figures that could vaguely be seen in the yellow mist. An extremely dangerous aura assaulted them at the next moment. “Dark Shura!” Tyr noticed Dark Shura dash at him from afar at lightning speed. The zombie’s eyes were bloodshot as he waved his fist, which contained a powerful and domineering force, and blasted at Tyr. Tyr subconsciously raised his fist and fought back. With a muffled boom, Dark Shura took a hit by Tyr and flew out and disappeared into the yellow mist.

Faster than the eye could follow— Her mist shot forward like a blade aimed straight for Zoe’s heart. Zack shouted— “ZOE!” But Zoe didn’t move, she didn’t dodge, she didn’t flinch, the mist stopped Mid-air, as if it had hit an invisible wall. Morgana’s eyes widened slightly. Zoe lifted her hand slowly. “You can’t touch me,” she said. The mist shattered, like glass. Morgana staggered back a step. “…Impossible.” Zoe’s gaze hardened.

Misty giggled as she turned to look at Stormie and tapped the flat side of the blade against the stab wound in Stormie’s leg. “Go to hell!” Stormie shouted. “You first.” Misty’s voice was deadly calm. Without any warning, Misty moved the dagger and drove it into Stormie’s injured leg, around the same spot as the last stab wound. I tried to get up, but my legs weren’t strong enough yet, and two rogues came forward to hold me down. After Misty pulled the dagger out and turned to face me, I noticed her eyes had become completely black. It was almost as if a demon had possessed her. I didn’t think saving Misty or talking sense into her was possible at this point.

One ferocious beast after another, corrupted by deathly aura, charged out of the dense forest: Giant-teeth Tigers several meters long with bared fangs; Black-scale Pythons clad in scales, spewing poisonous mists; Ferocious Eagles whose wings blotted out the sky and claws tore through metal and stone; and Bone Dragons coiled atop mountain peaks, their entire bodies formed from condensed bones. These beasts had long lost their sanity, leaving only their most primal killing instincts. Each possessed combat power close to the Heaven Spirit Phase, charging in packs without fear of death. Mystic Vale still did not move. The three brand-new Zombie Puppets simultaneously stepped forward, their black

He’s old enough to be my grandpa, but damn that man can kick ass. After I wash off, I step out of the lake to dry off with a shitty towel I have. I’m not even sure it’s really a towel anymore, more like a rag. I’m halfway through drying off when screams from the camp ring through the woods. Shit! They found us. I toss on my shirt, but a dart hits me in the thigh. Suddenly, I become woosy. I fall to my knees as two zombies approach. Two zombies approach me. “Is this her boss?” The one with pale blonde hair asks.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h