Dead Ahead Zombie War Novels & Stories

The first zombie broke through the defenses, its rotting fingers grabbing the edge of the deck as it climbed up! "Ah!" Screams erupted instantly. The zombie was bloated. Its eyes hung on its cheeks as it lunged straight at me. "Clarissa!" Hans yelled, immediately raising his gun and aiming at the zombie in front of me. The next second, he was immediately drawn to Winnie's scream. "Hans! I'm scared!" He hesitated for a second before immediately turning his gun toward the zombies near Winnie. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach.

“That’s not what I think should have happened. I mean, who cares who Shaun chose? What their pack does isn’t anyone’s business. I’m just saying that Vincent Dawn HAS to be behind this. I’m just confused because now he’s put his whole pack and his allies in danger.” The door creaked open and Allie-Jean walked out. She was dressed now and there was still sleep in her eyes. “What’s going on?” She asked. Peter and I looked at each other uneasily, but just for a moment. I knew I was going to have to tell her as soon as possible or her brother would show up and tell her himself. I had to prepare her and the rest of our pack NOW. War was now declared. So I told her.

"Alright, you say we don't have much time to talk, but why am I here?" "I need to warn you of a war, and I need you to let your family know because they will be dragged into this war." "What war?" "The war between the god Ashton and the humans." "Why would that involve my family?" "Ashton will ask other gods to aid him in this war." "Why does he even want this war?" "You can say he has a hate for them." "Why does he hate them?" "Humans kill what they don't understand and are different than them." I guess that can be true, and that's why us werewolves keep our self a secret from the humans.

"Every last werewolf in the land." The orders were carried out swiftly without hesitation. Soldiers marched into the night, their torches shining like hellfire as they descended upon the unsuspecting werewolves. The sounds of battle filled the air—howls of pain, the clash of steel, and the cries of the innocent. It was a massacre, pure and simple, and the kingdom would never be the same. In a small cottage just outside the forest, a young couple sat in stunned silence. Their newborn daughter lay swaddled in a crib, her tiny breaths the only sound in the room. They stared at the tiny circle in her arm. They had given birth to a werewolf.

Zomb reached out a hand to her, and when Nova gave it, she gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Zomb...I'm sorry for dragging you into this. I didn't mean for you...I didn't..." none of the words I'm saying are what I want to say, and Zomb gives out a small laugh. "Jonathan, I died the minute I escaped from Sunville. Now I'm just doing it physically." she replied, her movements slowing. I could feel my stomach tighten with dread, and I held her a little closer. She was starting to feel cold, and I panicked a bit.

“Let them watch.” He shook his head like I was a lost cause—fair—and then he turned, boots echoing sharply as he walked away, vanishing into the metal gloom. I stepped into my bunk and leaned my back against it, eyes shut, breathing harder than someone who technically didn’t breathe. Leah was alive. Ezren was here. And the game was a lie. All of it. No second chances, redemption. Or return to life. Just bullshits. But there’s a way out...

Knowing that he was someone who barely showed such a face, they all knew he had some big news for them. "What is it?" an agent asked. "It's Tang Yazhu! Our best agent! I just heard the news from the Senior Elders! She's dead! She didn't survive!" After Geng Jun finished announcing, the place fell into a deep silence. As for Qiao Dong, his world shattered along with the silent cafeteria. "I told you, didn't I? No one can leave this place." Someone sighed, "So, not even our top agent could successfully execute this mission."

I know it isn't the way to battle and win a war, but we want to prove that we can fight without killing, being the better of the ones that are actually here to kill. We have however been lucky not to have very many fatalities most were lost in the first few hours after the war started however as the days stretched out even though the ones we are fighting seem to have been programmed to kill everyone, they too seem to only be knocking out those they fight, I have noticed on a few of the rogue Vampires and Werewolves that they have a thin metal device wrapped around their necks.

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

Several strong zombies piled on top of each other, stretching out their withered claws to reach for Uncle Adam's head. "Ah! Don't come any closer! Go away!" Uncle Adam screamed at the top of his lungs when he saw the fingernails only inches from his nose. Watching this, I pressed the 'descent' button on the controller. The fishing line instantly extended a foot and a half. Uncle Adam's head plummeted downward, directly into a zombie's mouth. It opened its mouth wide and bit down on Uncle Adam's balding forehead. Just as its teeth were about to touch his scalp, I swiftly pressed the 'ascend' button.