Daphne Blake Zombie Island Novels & Stories

"Go collect your reward at the vault. I’ll ensure the Board hears that the 'True Heiress' is selling herself to rogues for blueprints." Daphne was beaming as she hung up, already picturing the status she would gain. She was convinced that since I had entered the Gray Cliffs, I must have paid the price in flesh. The swelling on my face was all the proof she needed. The afternoon was a blur of distraction. Every time I tilted my head or took a sip of water, the sting on my lip brought back the memory of the transport. I covered my face with my hands, my heart racing.

The kind of man you read about but never meet. Except I had. Last night. Oh God. My pulse thundered in my ears. What had I done? I tried to think past the blur, past the heat and the music and the taste of champagne. I remembered my friend tugging at my wrist, telling me to loosen up, to live a little. Just one night, Daphne, she’d said. One night to forget about everything. And now here I was, in a stranger’s bed, except he wasn’t just any stranger.

His movements were fluid, calculated, but the number of infected kept multiplying. “Ethan, we need to move!” I yelled, my voice rising above the chaos, but he was already fighting, taking care of the zombies that came too close. But then it happened. The one thing we hadn’t accounted for. A zombie lunged at him from behind, and before he could react, its teeth sank into his shoulder. “No!” I screamed, my heart lurching as I watched him falter. Blood began to pour from the wound, and I could see the strain on his face, the shock that hit him as the infection began to take hold.

Daphne's heartbeat doubled and her heart pounded in her chest as she ran through the thick forest. It was dark so she couldn't see the stones or wood that stood out. She could only grunt in pain when they injured her She breathed in short gasps, struggling to get air. Each breath was a fight against exhaustion, which was getting tighter and tighter. The palace guards were getting closer, their footsteps loud and echoing through the trees. It sounded like the end of her freedom. She heard their voices, loud and commanding, cutting through the night air.

The chef had sacrificed nothing, which was why he could afford to be generous with someone else’s supplies. But the moment my question touched his own interests, he was forced to think about whether my refusal actually made sense. Cruel as it was, that was simply how survival worked in the apocalypse. While we were talking, the girl’s screams were abruptly swallowed by the zombie horde surging toward her. The monitor turned into a blur of red. All of us sat there silently, watching her body get dragged apart and devoured piece by piece. We knew we should look away. But none of us could.

All they knew was that their lovely daughter had eloped with the stranger. That was something that troubled them a lot because as custodians of the vampires, they were under obligation to make the princess dance to the royal drums. For only then was she supposed to shed her blood and mate with her prince charming of noble birth. However Dario had other plans behind the royal back. He neither took Zuba to the royal square nor to the king at the royal residence. He shrewdly took her to the village of his descent where most of the nobles that worked with him stayed. He acted on the advice of they that were with him.

Jada felt like an outsider, being ignored by Evelyn. “Well, hello Brayden. So glad to see that you have returned,” Daphne purred, seductively running her fingers across the back of his neck and down his arm. He shook her off, giving her a scornful look. She looked at Jada as she touched him with a defiant smirk. “We never went to Hawaii, but we took some wonderful cruises, didn’t we, Brayden? Remember Figi?” Daphne asked, trying to upset Jada.

"You heard me right, Eve. You have had vampire blood in you ever since you were born." "How is that possible? My parents, I was sure they were humans and they haven't mentioned anything unnatural… and I never felt strange before." "You are not a pure-blooded vampire, only a fraction of your blood contains vampire blood. That's why you managed to live for all those years like a normal human being. But the truth is, it was only suppressed and waiting to be activated. And it happened when Vienna's subordinate bit you. It was the vampire's venom that awakened the vampire blood in you. It was the reason why the transition took faster than usual because you were not a pure human in the first place

"She said you hated me. But you jumped in front of a gun for me." "Victoria lied to you about everything, Daphne," I said firmly, reaching out to gently touch her uninjured wrist. "She used your pain to turn you into a missile aimed at our home. But it’s over now. The missile missed." Daphne let out a choked, ragged sob. "She has a stronghold. An offshore naval bunker off the coast of Maine—the Black Needle. It’s built into an abandoned cold-war submarine pen. That’s where her main servers are, where her syndicate money is vaulted, and where her personal guard operates. She’s retreating there right now to wipe her traces and flee to Europe."

And in stepped in… Daphne! Her shoes banged against the floor like gunshots. Her eyes locked on mine, breaking up in a smile, I suddenly had a bad feeling about this.Daphne was dressed in skimpy shorts and a black singlet. Her hair was propped back in a ponytail, and she was on a set of Adidas sneakers. she stopped near the foot of the bed, hands on her hips like she was the queen of the freaking empire. She flashed Xavier a grin that was way too familiar. “Rise up and shine!!,”