Dex Zombieverse Novels & Stories

Zaric whispered softly in Dabria's ear as he also engulfed Dabria in his arms. Eve walked closer towards Zeus and looked at the collar around Zeus' neck. "Death's choke. I can't believe it. Lucifer was right about the werewolf kingdom. They are worse than all the vampires." Eve growled angrily as she pulled her reaper's blade out of her cape. With one swing, Eve sliced the collar off of Zeus' neck. Zaric tightened his hold around Dabria's body and growled in pain as the silver needles were pulled out of his neck.

The world should end on a Monday. There’s something honest about that. Brutal, yes, but clean. A Monday already has the emotional texture of damp socks and unpaid bills, so adding zombies feels less like a cosmic betrayal and more like management escalating a complaint. Unfortunately, the world chooses Thursday at 6:17 p.m., while Maya Rodriguez is standing barefoot in her kitchen, trying to decide whether expired sour cream is a negotiable concept. “It smells fine,” Dex says from behind her.

“I found the horde. I think it’s worth asking them for help.” “Say what?” Jasper incredulously exclaimed. “Ask the zombies for help?” “Why not?” Ben asked. “You said yourself that it was the zombie venom that killed the vampires. Thanks to you, they’re immune to the werewolf bite and the wolves haven’t got their powers enhanced enough to go into a den full of vampires. The zombies are our surest bet.” Jasper chose to ignore the dig about the fact that the vampires were immune to the werewolf bite because of him. It was a fact, but it didn’t mean that Ben needed to rub it in. Even so, it wasn’t the time for conflict over ego and hurt feelings.

He bolted out of the room and shut the door behind him, leaning weakly against the door. It's not that he hasn't smelt the body of a dead body before, those that always smelled of blood like they were bathed in them, but unfortunately, this body didn't have the scent of blood but instead of decaying flesh. Alexander felt nauseated when he thought of all the zombies that would be crawling on this planet in exactly 72 hours. {Daisuke, who was watching his host have a mental breakdown, felt a little better. At least his host is finally acting like a human should react in a situation like this, mindless fear.}

(Zombie Lord) Listless growl comes out from the zombie lord as I twist my sword and decapitate it's head and cut opened it's body from it's waist up to it's neck. "That is one large cores…owh, it's been awhile since I saw this thing..there's 2 of them..". Embed inside the chest was the Zombie Lord green cores and 2 deep blue crystal shards. Name: Zombie Lord Cores Rank: S (Threat Level 4) Type: Undead Elemental Size: 20cm (Oval) Description: The Cores of a 5000 Years old Zombie Lord who governs the 3rd Floor of Dwertur Catacombs(Dungeon)

“What did she make of the house?” Azra shifted in his seat, his expression hard to read. “She didn’t say much, but I could tell she was unsettled. There was something about the energy around that place—something dark. She mentioned it felt like the remnants of a herd of... pandemic, of sickness. Like a place where life had been drained.” I frowned. “Pandemic? That’s unusual.” “Very,” Azra agreed. “It’s as if something is spreading, infecting everything it touches. If Dexter’s death is part of that, we need to stop it before it consumes more.”

The air smelled of decay and fear, a pungent reminder of the horror that had engulfed the campus. They paused at the entrance to a lecture hall, the faint sound of movement coming from within. Luke gestured for Bayo to stay back as he peered through the cracked door. Inside, a group of zombies shuffled aimlessly among the overturned desks, their heads twitching as if sniffing for prey. "Five of them," Luke whispered. "We’ll have to take them out." Bayo nodded, his grip tightening on his pipe. "Quietly?" "Quietly." The two slipped into the room, their movements deliberate and precise. Luke approached the nearest zombie, his enhanced strength allowing him to deliver a quick, powerful blow to t

Derek drew the blade back and looked at Liam in silence. Liam gave him a brief nod. Derek grabbed the now lifeless zombie and laid her on the ground. What stretched out before them was an underground layout shaped like a hexagon grid. Every corridor was lined with rooms where people could live. Zombies were everywhere, but most of them were clustered in the wide central plaza of the grid. The structure had eight downward exits in total. They were currently on the southern side and needed to reach the west. Fortunately, they only had to stick to the outer ring.

ᯓ★ As she opened her office door, thick dust suddenly fell, making Ginger cough. “What the —?” She stepped further and switched the lights open. When her office was filled with light, her eyes widened in surprise, mouth agape. She was stunned because her office didn’t feel like an office at all. With the cobwebs on the ceiling, a dusty table, and tile floors that are cracked. It felt like she was in a small warehouse. Under the office table, she noticed and smelled a pile of trash, making her pinch her nose just so she wouldn’t smell it.

I could swear that I saw something akin to a smile flash across Xavier’s face but before I could acknowledge it, it disappeared. “That’s because that’s how we smell baby,” Zade answered softly. For anyone who didn’t know him so well, they would’ve thought that he had been nonchalant about the whole situation, but I knew him. I saw the hurt that he couldn’t mask in his eyes and noticed the way he tightened his hands into fists by his sides. “To werewolves, vampires smell like rotten flesh.” “Oh.”