Fairy Zombie Novels & Stories

Ferdinand couldn’t believe what he saw when he came back to the laboratory. On a huge cylindrical glass tube was a zombie, based on its appearance. She was a girl probably around 12-14 years old when she was still alive. There’s a rotting wound on her shoulder, smeared with black blood, and her eyeballs turned white all over. Her skin was bluish-pale, while a sticky dark liquid continuously sliding down to her chin. She was groaning, growling, banging on the thick glass and glaring at all the researchers in pure greed.

But the fairies did not succeed in cutting Venenata Negra. The other fairies died, but the subsequent drawings made me nervous. The dead faeries were resurrected and came back from the dead. But the drawing is different, you can tell they are faeries, but they have horns and long nails. It has a demonic symbol that represents these faeries are no longer good. No, I missed something. I went back to the drawings I had passed and there I saw that they had come to life because of Venenata Negra, but they were not the same as before.

I'm a tiny woman, a mere 5' 2", and petite. I'm the daughter of Cecil Lefevre, the notorious fairy assassin, and inherited all of the tools of his trade learning how to weld them all. I currently work at a coffee shop, having no contract killings at the moment. I'm also an introvert, I can't stand people, especially fucking fairies. Although their blood tastes amazing and is a sex booster for vampires, they are difficult to find and stay mostly in their own realm. Except for the crazy ones that go to the vampire bar Sinful Delights to offer their necks for fast cash. Stupid fuckers tend to not leave once they enter and it's become sort of a right of passage for the male fae to make it out un

As a child, she could never understand why she was rejected, and since kids always shouted at her that she was weird, she believed that it was her fault all along. Elves have a different physical characteristics compared to human, they have pointing ears, their eyes colors were green or purple and their hairs are silky blond or brown. In that aspect Eleanor could see the slight difference with them like her hair that are clear blonde close to a diamond color and her blue eyes like the sky. And the most important fact, her ears that aren't pointing, because of that she would always hid them. The young Eleanor wanted to have friend, family and she wanted to be accepted by those with whom she

"Sleepy, hello, can you wake up?" "Huh?!" Sleepy twitches awake and stares straight up at the ceiling with confused eyes. I wonder if fairies can see in the dark like vampires? I giggle at him. "Good morning... Or should I say day?" Sleepy spins around to hide his private parts, and then, with his bare butt naked for the eye to see, he smiles sheepishly at me. It seems fairies are also capable of seeing in the dark. "Oh...This is awkward..." Sleepy mumbles.

The answer of Shayne, makes Dexter, recall, one story he had heard with a particular forest farmer, that circulated on their place, when he is still a young boy. Accordingly, the farmer near the foot of the mountain, has a sweet potato plantation, about half a hectare or more. He noticed, his plants were being destroyed and eaten by wild pigs every night, so he puts fence around, to keep his plants safe. But to his amazement, it is still being destroyed and eaten by wild pigs, but no part of the fence is broken, he wonders, how it happened. So, the farmer, together with one friend, guard it the whole night, they put up, a tree house nearby, they carry a shot gun. In the middle of the night,

Then what am I? Hazel's thick eyelashes fluttered flirtatiously, but a cunning expression was on her face. "Have you seen yourself? You look just like a fairy, so you're probably one. Hence, you're not a mortal. I don't know... maybe you're an alien from Mars?" A smile crept on his face. "Honey, fans call you Fairy Sister. That means you're not a mortal, either. Maybe we came from the same planet." Hazel momentarily froze, her eyes shooting daggers at Zac.

she suddenly jolted so violently at the sound of that distorted and echoing voice, her gaze fearfully darting around until she finally noticed that translucent silhouette floating close by the bed. Her eyes widened, those tiny hairs on her body raising up with alarm as she stared at the ghost, watching it float closer. It was the silhouette of a young girl from what she could see, as her body kept flickering from time to time like a blurring hologram, wearing what appeared to be a victorian-styled nightgown. She looked no older than sixteen, or maybe seventeen, with light-colored hair and delicate features, her expression so serene as she watched her with those dark eyes.

And after what I said, I felt like something is pulling me from above. I guess Miss Mata heard me. She wiped her tears and stood up from kneeling down. She looked up and saw a dark smoke moving like a tornado outside the bubble barrier. “My cousin us here. This means only one thing!” she fiercely said. “What is that?” Mike gasped pointing the smoke. Then an Azarique fairy with a long golden braided hair came to them and she made herself big enough like a human, like my size. “Oh! Where did you come from!?” Mike freaked out to see the fairy showed up from his back. Miss Mata turned around to see who was it and looked at her from head to toe saying, “You can turn yourself into a big one? Like

muttered the slightly bewildered Yusef as he stared at the zombie. Fezrumos was quite famous within the Underworld Valley as a vicious and cruel beast. With that in mind, Yusef definitely knew who this zombie was, and he was also aware that it had the same amount of training as a Ninth-rank Chakra King! Aside from its immense strength, the beast was pretty much immortal as well! In short, only someone who had managed to enter the Sage Realm could have a chance of even killing the zombie for good. Knowing that, a fearful expression was instantly displayed on Yusef’s face. It didn’t help that the zombie was looking at it with such murderous intent.