Cod Zombies Book Novels & Stories

It is not easy to forgive and they should keep quiet first so that the situation does not get worse. In a narrow corner of an old abandoned building, the vampire Klyde was alone holding the book Maximus had left with him. Beauty in Immortality. That’s what he sees on the front of the book. The book he was holding was the book his brothers were looking for. That is the key for them to find the person who can help them to defeat evil. They need help from the wolf and the last sorcerer, they need unity to win against evil. But it is unlikely that it will happen because no one believes in the magical book. Maximus no longer believed. Klyde has also lost hope of returning to the world he came fro

“Yes sir!” the men replied. Once more, Zephyr laid his eyes on the books, his gaze rested on one of them. The book was covered in a layer of dust and was made of bamboo. It looked unique. “Thunderfoot?” Zephyr muttered as he opened the book, reading its contents. A wave of excitement washed over him. He excitedly flipped through the pages, carefully memorizing the technique’s intricate steps.

"It could be a way out." We start moving towards the light, our footsteps echoing in the quiet chamber. As we get closer, the light grows brighter, and we can see that it's coming from a small room at the end of the tunnel. We step into the room and find ourselves surrounded by shelves filled with books and strange artifacts. There's a small table in the center of the room, and on it, there’s a small, glowing orb. "What is that?" Damon asks, stepping closer to the table. "No idea," Hank says, studying the orb.

But he wasn’t. After moments of thick silence, Caitlin couldn’t take it anymore. She had to know. “Is it real?” she asked, cutting right to the chase. After a long silence, Aiden finally turned. And slowly, he nodded. Caitlin couldn’t comprehend what was happening. He was confirming her reality. This book. It was real. Everything was real. “But how is that possible?” Caitlin asked, her voice rising. “It talks about the most fantastical things. Vampires. Mythical swords. Shields. Antidotes. It’s thousands of years old—and it’s all in my handwriting. None of it makes any sense.”

“I feel that this is it. Whatever it is I am meant to find, I feel that it is here. My father, he said that the island was a big place. I think that what he meant was that the Notre Dame was not the only place on the island to search. That our final clue is beside the Notre Dame.” They walked to the door, preparing to open it, when suddenly, the door opened wide, startling them. Before them stood a tall, strikingly beautiful vampire, wearing a white robe and hood. She pulled it back, revealing light blue eyes and long, brown hair. She looked right at Caitlin and smiled. “Caitlin,” she said. “We have been awaiting you. Welcome.” Caitlin and Caleb exchanged a glance. The woman stepped aside, a

I nodded slowly, realizing what his answer truly meant: the Living Book wasn't here. Whether he didn’t trust me, or the danger was too great to carry it along, I didn’t know. But I stopped searching. Instead, I buried myself in the small cube Zevarion had gifted me, fingers working it restlessly as I tried to anchor my thoughts in the memory of his warmth, his arms, his voice. Each night grew colder. Each morning, darker. And then, on the eleventh day, just as the book had warned, we reached it. The horses slowed, snorting uneasily. Even the wind stilled, as though the very earth held its breath.

Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim at, and making sure they never got back up. Traitors hid behind expensive suits and fake smiles, knives ready to strike my back. But they forgot one thing: I played by the rules until someone played me dirty. And when they did, the retribution I served was tenfold. No one played me for a fool and lived. The cigarette had burned down to the filter. I crushed it into the ashtray, grinding it until the ember died. The tray wobbled on the edge of the table. My hand shot out to steady it, but the booze in my system dulled my reflexes. It tipped over, shattering into a thousand glinting shards.

It creaked softly, but it opened. The air inside smelled of ink, leather, and something sharp, wolfsbane. Why would Zade have Wolfsbane in his office? My eyes darted to the shelves, lined with books, scrolls, maps. Papers scattered across the wide desk. But it wasn’t the desk that caught me. It was the shelf in the corner. A single book, wrapped tightly in cloth soaked with wolfsbane. I froze, glaring harder. My breath came faster. “Why wrap a book in poison?” I whispered.

Just waiting. Because everyone in that room understood what this was now. This wasn’t his story anymore. It was hers. And the book, the Codex, was the key to unlocking it. Lucien cleared his throat, stepping forward just slightly. His voice was quieter than usual, careful. Respectful. “The Codex.” His gaze flicked to Mae, soft but serious. "It’s sacred. To every species. Each one has their own. Or.” He corrected himself, glancing at the cover. “Had their own. Before most were lost.”

I sighed, letting the book drop—but then a couple of sheets stuck out from some page in the book, and when I took it out, I fixed my eyes on the drawings, and certain familiar words. “Dale plant…wolfsbane…werewolf…spare…hunters,” I muttered these words, partially reading in my mind. My heart skipped a beat each second, as I grabbed the book off the floor, there were more stuffs in there… Just then, I heard the sound of a gun cocked behind me.