Books With Zombies Novels & Stories

She asked before Mr Martins audibly cleared his throat. "Uhm. The book" He turned to Zach. "The book you're holding unto from the library?" Then Zach pulled out a significant novel from his jacket trying his best to shield the title from Regina- -the title that was clearly shown on the other sides, the voices in your head. -a psychological true life thriller about a young boy with the gift of hearing dead people's voices. And Zach had wandered, if there was a chance--it was his gift, and if maybe his was paranormal.

So he took advantage of being home on sick leave and spent whole days on his laptop, searching the Internet across the globe for the most reliable sources possible. Maria, after long conversations with her husband and Miguel, let herself be persuaded and promised that she would find some way to contact Nadir, but the search was more difficult than she thought. Firstly, Maria didn't know exactly what to look for, and secondly, where, after all, she didn't know anyone interested in something like black magic and summoning demons. But one night the answer came to her by itself, in a dream in which Maria saw quite clearly the book she was looking for and a spell that would help her contact the c

Bones and blood… Dark and twilight demons. It’s cold. It’s so cold. No feeling. Cold – at least I’m used to that. The zombie sat motionless six feet from the brightly burning campfire and stared at it with an unblinking gaze. Damn flames. I hate fire. Fire burns my blood. It eats up my spirit.

But the two, that represented sworn enemies, looked at each other with love and walked hand in hand with much affection. They were planning to leave for the land of humans far from the vampires. But humans tried by all means to avoid contacts with any of them. They fortified themselves in the hills of the main lands of Salama and the Barbarian plateaux. They built forts around themselves, and the valleys on either side of the main lands helped them fight off any invading aliens and other intruders.

Zeke said and glanced left and right at the bar, looking for the bartender. "The Mummy, Creature from the Black Lagoon, the Thing…" If you think about it, a zombie isn't very original. It's like a mix between a vampire and Frankenstein's Monster—undead and butt-ugly. By the way, why do you think zombies like eating human brains?" "Because brains taste delicious." "Really? Have you tasted brains before?" "Course not. I'm not a zombie." "You are sometimes, my friend. It's like you don't have feelings at all. You're numb and indifferent about most things that happen in the Colony."

he said, then looked at me. I was surprised as it was not part of our schedule. "Ok, I can take the jeepney from here. Just enjoy," I replied. Lance stared at me before saying, "You won't come with us? I was hoping to get your feedback on a book I was hoping to buy." Izzie grinned and pulled me towards Lance's car. "Of course, Nia will come with us. I will be going someplace with Theo but you two enjoy your friendly date." Lance opened the door for us and Izzie quickly sat at the back. I took the passenger side. Soon, we were driving towards the mall. It was a lazy Saturday morning and there were very few shoppers at that time. Lizzie dashed to the mall after saying goodbye to us. Lance and

That night, Zach guarded Zelle right next to her room, and in his dream for that night was the memory he will never forget. It was a year after Zelle had just lost her memories. Zach and Aaron just moved into the mansion to play with her. Zach saw the quiet little girl reading a black book under the huge tree. "Zelle, what are you reading?" Zelle did not respond and continued to read the ‘fairytale’ book while ignoring him. Zach sat next to her and tilted his shoulder over to hers to take a look at what she was reading about. That surprised him instead!

Cameron said as one of the bodies snapped its teeth at the birds that pecked it, the food trying to eat that which sought to eat it. “Yep,” Jules agreed grimly. “They’re all still… Well, pfft,” he blew out his breath. “Can’t call them alive.” “Feisty?” Harry suggested. “That will do it,” Jules smiled up at his mate. “The bodies on the ground are still feisty. We have the zombie-infected sheep and the true zombie-sheep.” “Will vampire blood cure the infected ones, do you think?” Cameron wondered. “Or hybrid blood?”

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor

A soft smile lay on my lips as I looked at her. "So, you're Sierra's self-proclaimed lover?" the zombie said blankly as he looked at the pages of his book. He was reading a psychology book. I noticed that he had a lot of those on a shelf on the left wall. "Self-proclaimed?" I said lifting an eyebrow. He never answered after that and I got a bit agitated. I knew he was not trying to mock me because he still had not emitted an emotional scent. What the heck is this zombie thinking?