Harry Potter Zombie Novels & Stories

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

Maybe I wouldn’t transform into anything, but I wasn’t going to be feeling great. If I lived. Nate. I wanted to see Nate. Another one came at me, rictus grin wide open, and I shoved my claws through its head, whirling to pitchfork it into two more of its friends. I saw Jennifer going down under a pile of zombies, too, but I couldn’t get to her. Andy struggled to her side. And then a bomb went off. Or at least that’s what it felt like. A wave of magic, something powerful and strange and ear-splittingly purple, boomed through the whole scene, knocking zombies down like bowling pins and ripping them into pieces.

He answered. Clancy thought "Off city? Who would bury a corpse off city skirt?" He asked himself. Something's not right and Clancy could perceive that. Although, truth be told, there resides a cemetary off the city zone but it has been abandoned for decades. Many even believed the land to be cursed by witches and wizards due to a war that materialized against some creatures known as Zompires. Zompires are the real undead, combination of vampires and zombies, said to be extremely irritable and dangerous. So, to prevent them from fleeing beyond the borders of the cemetery, the witches and wizards sealed the cemetery off the shore of the city. To many, it's just a graveyard but to enlightened e

Harvey shot back. "Oh, the loser's angry." The short-haired woman let out a dry smile. "I don't need to get angry with a person who's going to die soon," Harvey said calmly. "A reminder. Inside that salmon are hundreds of Zombie Bug eggs. You can't see it with your naked eye. If you eat it, in just half a month, the Zombie Bugs will multiply in your body and clean your brain. You'll become a real walking corpse."

“What if monsters eat him there?” “No,” Reive shook his head, opening the door into their rooms where a dignified Zomzom was sitting on the chair by the entrance. “On the first level, there aren’t any creatures able to harm Scarlet Hoof. And because the horse is attached to... us both, it’ll be quite easy to call it.” The door closed behind them, the zombie got up quickly and came up to the necromancer, holding out his hand. He held a letter in his thin dry fingers.

Your grandfather Lord Asoftah was killed by this malady! "You speak nonsense". He looked at Morvacain. "Tomorrow we go for the book". They each hid behind trees. The king had brought out his sword. They were hiding from humans. Or what they used to be. They were now zombies, the whites of their eyes showing and moving like their bones were broken. Harver started to brim Demon Essence. His cards came out if his sleeve, hanging dangerously in the air. "Magic", the king gasped. Harver let the cards fly and in a minute, all of them were dead.

a mask of horror, they watched dispassionately as three corpses rose from the ground and began lurching toward the trapped servant. Even in the dim moonlight, they could see the decayed flesh and exposed bones of the newly raised zombies, each of whom had lain rotting in the ground for many years. Low growls rumbled from their hideous mouths as they stumbled slowly toward their quarry. The breeze carried a foul stench before them. “Bringing the dead to life is becoming easier,” the Necromancer said. “Now it is time to try a few tests.” He turned toward Viktor and nodded. The renegade wizard knew what to do. He raised his palm toward the nearest zombie and mouthed a spell. A beam of black ma

“And we have magical reinforcements, many of which will be on their way here shortly. Witches with skills in healing and warding. They will help secure this location.” “That’s good. Look,” Rohan ran his hand through his hair. “We found two… zombies,” he didn’t like using the word. “Wandering around the houses. These ones were more… like people. We secured them. You said that you have a cure?” “Me,” Harry said with a smile. “I believe I am the cure.” “Thank you, Harry,” Talen said with a slight nod of his head. “The vampire blood of my line is a cure for this disease, and Harry is one of my children.”

He managed to get to his feet before the zombie reached him. He slashed frantically at the stumbling corpse. The bone saw caught the fabric of Herwin's long shirt, ripping it and slicing through the flesh underneath as well. Black, coagulated blood gushed from the gaping wound in one side. The neurotic Viktor imagined that through the gash he could see a point of yellow bone and an organ disfigured by corruption.

So, I resolved to test myself. We were standing in a pentagram. Martha had insisted on protecting us from zombies. If a necromancer lost control of a zombie, it might transform into a ghast-the same zombie, but uncontrolled, a beast. And what do beasts want? Exactly: to eat. A guarding pentagram is intended to protect you from these cute creatures. If anything happens, you can sit inside and wait for your power to recharge.