Dc Zombies Novels & Stories

Many of the zombies moved with the same lumbering gait Leesa had seen in her dreams, but bunches of them—the most recently buried, it appeared—approached at near normal speed. Dral and Bain were already engaging the vanguard of the creatures, using their volkaane quickness to dart among them, jamming their metal spikes down into the zombies’ skulls as they passed. The mindless creatures paid no heed to their attackers. The zombies had but one desire, one drive—to assuage their hunger with the taste of human flesh. Despite the toll Dral and Bain wreaked among them, the creatures kept coming forward. For every ten the volkaanes destroyed, twenty more took their place. “We must make haste,” Dom

asked Chu Xun, pausing. "Imbecilic mortal. The race of Zombies does not fear death. I'll never betray my kin." Chu Xun's eyes flashed. That would mean that there were more Zombies still alive, lurking in hiding. He had encountered Zombies before during his time in the alien domain. They were powerful too, but they looked like humans and they drank only blood. Yet Zombies here feed on human hearts and that disgusted him.

Rudolph asked in a confused tone. Diana wondered about that too. Zombies had a kind of instinctive sense of coexistence which made it almost difficult for them to clash. Besides, they needed to have brains to be able to think of clashing. So she studied the Zombies for a few seconds until she saw something shocking. The zombies had fangs. She could also see the outline of fur erupting from the zombie on the right. She hadn't noticed it earlier but the zombie on the left was deathly pale. Diana gasped as everything clicked.

"I'll get you a grimoire, and you can start your own. Of course, the one I gave you belongs to your people. But that doesn't mean you can't have one of your own." I nodded, knowing that time was of the essence. Xander was waiting for Cruz's location. And every moment we wasted was another moment that Cruz was captive. Daphne raised her hands over the bowl, and the flames grew brighter and taller on the candles. Then she cupped her hand and made the motion of scooping up the fire from on top of the candles and set it in the bowl. Even though there was nothing on her hand, flames flared from the bowl. I gasped, for in the fire was a vision of Cruz. He was tied to a chair in some dark warehouse

The Camorra family refused to back down. The war escalated, shaking the Eldorian underworld to its core. Vincenzo led the strike himself, taking down their main hideout. When he stormed the villa, the Camorra family's elders were trying to flee through secret passages, but his men blocked every exit. "Vincenzo, don't go too far!" the lead elder barked, his bravado thin and trembling. "Aren't you afraid your family will fall with us?"

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

Once the fight was over, he would come back and finish them off later. *_*_*_*_* The burn of the wooden bullet buried deep within his chest brought Mason back into consciousness and panic built up within him. His body was frozen and despite his will, he couldn't move a muscle. He could hear the slow and near silent beating of Harley's heart as she laid near him, but he couldn't move to help her. Zander had used a special kind of wooden bullet, and unless he regained the ability to move, he would be powerless to fight in the war. It was the strangest feeling; being paralysed. As a vampire, the freedom to do things that would otherwise be physically impossible was euphoric, and to be restricte

It was surrounded by those 'walkers', stumbling around like they were in a trance. "What are they?" He breathed out, staring in disbelief. He chugged some water, letting out a sigh of hydrated relief. "They call them walkers." She pointed the screen down slightly to allow him to see easier and switched to the website she was reading. "There's information on them, finally." As Adam read, she watched his expression change from confused to terrified. "This is like an actual zombie movie." He spluttered, barely able to get his words out. Behind them, a stirring caught their attention.

"Why is it so loud this early..." His voice was cut off. On the screen back in the bunker, Julian's pupils widened. He froze as if someone had cast a curse on him. The once-bustling downtown streets had become a hellscape. Burning vehicle wrecks were everywhere. Torn flesh and innards littered the ground, and hundreds, maybe thousands, of bloodstained zombies staggered through the streets. One zombie lay sprawled on the hood of a sedan, greedily gnawing on a human leg.

more particularly around Dalton. The stench of blood was strong on him... too strong. It was strong enough to make the zombie smirk in triumph as though he'd found his afternoon snack. Well, he did in fact found his afternoon snack. Why the heck would Dalton just come down here in his bloodied shirt? 'Maybe he wanted to be devoured by this thing!' Sierra chimed. 'Now is not the time, Sierra! I've got a zombie to handle.' I deadpanned. 'Well, what are you waiting for? Do it!' My wolf ordained.