Daphne Blake Zombie Island Novels & Stories

Kate continued to gape at him. "Ace is a gold digger and who are you? A gold digger bitch?" Blaze continued as his sharp look pierce the girl. "I hate bitches...more so a gold digger bitch... Don't act haughty here. I am the only bitch in this place...only Blaze Vaughn...you dare challenge me?" Blaze took a step forward while he continued with his calm yet cold tone and sharp eyes. Emphasizing every word he said. Kate nervously and unconsciously stepped back, frightened.

"Well, Connor is a friend of Kate's. He's done some work for her in the past and is tight with her family, so he was out there on vacation with them, as guests of Richard Branson." "And there was a fire?" "There was an attempted kidnapping." "Holy shit," Mark muttered. "So the fire was just a story then?" Jasmine rolled her eyes. "Stop jumping ahead of the story, Mark. This team of criminals got on the island in the middle of the night, set off some alarms, and Richard Branson escaped on this mini-scuba submarine thing he's got." "That's good." "Well, not really," Jasmine frowned. "He left everyone else to the criminals, including his mother, Kate Winslet and her kids and twenty three other

Surprisingly enough, I was reborn to the timeframe where there were six hours left before the zombie outbreak began. Memories of my past life were replayed in my mind like a movie reel. It was as if I could still smell the rotten and bloodied stench wafting from the zombies. With a trembling hand, I felt my neck. Although it felt smooth and flawless, I could still feel phantom pain flaring from it. The moment my phone's screen lit up, I turned my attention to it immediately. It was currently October 2nd, 2025, also known as the day the zombie virus was leaked.

Killian didn’t say it out loud, but none of us trusted what she might still be capable of, even stripped of her power. A woman like that didn’t need magic to be dangerous. All she needed was proximity. We were already strapped in, the blades beginning their slow rotation, when the second convoy arrived. Daphne stepped out first. She looked smaller somehow. Not weak, just quieter. Like someone who’d screamed for years and finally run out of sound. Her eyes searched the ground before lifting to the helicopter, to Isla. When they met, Daphne stopped walking. “I’m coming,” she said, voice steady despite everything. “Whether I belong there or not, I deserve answers. And I won’t get them standing

“Enough!” Rosa froze, panting, her dagger raised. Daphne fell to one knee, blood staining her nightgown. Zerach’s gaze darted between them—his wife bleeding, his daughter trembling. “What madness is this?” “She tried to kill me,” Daphne whispered. Rosa’s eyes widened. “No—no, she—she’s lying! She wanted to destroy Mother!” “Your mother,” Zerach said darkly, stepping closer, “has been dead for years.”

I remained silent at the front, with my gun raised and ready the whole time. The emergency lights in the research lab flickered on and off, and the air stank of blood and decay. Distant growls of the zombies rumbled through the halls. We were about to reach the exit when a familiar wail cut through the darkness. "Help… Please, help me!" I took a closer look and saw Esmeralda pinned against a wall by three zombies, their teeth sinking into her. Her right arm had been ripped off, blood gushing like a fountain.

“My husband, Edward Zimmer, is not the man everyone believes himself to be. He himself has pushed forward the image that he is a saint who has only ever helped people. After all, he ran an orphanage, right? So he must be a good person.” Daphne lifts her head and looks straight at the camera, her eyes burning with determination. In an instant, her fear is gone and in its place is the spirit of the buried girl and woman who has been beat down and shoved around for year. Now, she’s looking for vengeance. And she’ll have it.

"She is living in hell but she is not broken, Yang" Damon looked out of the window towards the place where she slapped him. "There is a fire in her big eyes... They dazzle, they blaze and I want to test it... I want to snatch that fire from her eyes." He smirked evilly. "She will be my exception, my distraction!"

I couldn’t do anything. I needed to take my training seriously, and thankfully, Zachary agreed without any argument. We returned to the house and met Nika standing by the door. She frowned when she saw Zachary carrying me. “Did something happen?” she asked, walking behind us. “I heard noises, and I felt the change in the atmosphere.” “A man attacked Daphne,” Zachary answered. “He said he wanted her as part of his collection.” “Collection?” Zachary helped me sit on the couch.

“I don’t like being caged.” “Good,” Landon replied. There was a moment of silence. Then Daphne sighed, brushing a hand over her face. “Fine. But I’m not going there to hide. If you’re really planning to end Marquez, I want in.” Landon didn’t flinch. “You’ll have it. But once we’re on the island, we’re on lockdown. No calls. No signals. Nothing that leads him to us.” “Understood,” Daphne said.