Harry Potter Zombie の小説・ストーリー

I snapped in shock and fear. Ignoring me, he scooped her into his arms and carried her over to the biggest couch in the room. After that, he turned to Grace. “Come here.” He said to her, “Yes, Master.” She whimpered, then started crawling towards him. “Huracio, what is going on?” I asked again, really scared now. What sort of trick could turn people into zombies? The thought that he could do that to me started a storm in my mind. “I just put her under my spell.” He shrugged, looking all smug and proud.

Peter's POV Draco walked in front of Enzo and me as we made our way to the underground torture chambers. The journey that normally took about 1 hour took just 35 minutes to complete. Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago.

Whether Harry thought Cole had suffered enough or simply didn’t want to waste more time on him, he swiftly twisted Cole’s head off, leaving a decapitated and dismembered corpse. The hall now held two lifeless bodies. Those who had been eager to play heroes stood paralyzed, perhaps fearing they might be next. Even the heads of the Lucas family couldn’t bring themselves to look me in the eye. They understood that even if they gathered the remaining werewolves in the clan, they wouldn’t stand a chance against me, Harry, and the two high-ranking magicians.

The next morning, the guards and chef were already awake before I was. I had barely finished washing up when I saw them standing in the main hall waiting for me. Judging from the looks on their faces, they had already seen what was happening outside. I turned toward the street beyond the one-way glass just in time to see a swarm of grotesque zombies roaming the roads. Some still vaguely resembled humans, but most were drenched in blood, their faces twisted into horrifying shapes. A few were so badly mutilated that their organs spilled out as they ran.

"Can they wake him without me?" "No. You are the key. But they can try." Kara stepped into the room. "If enough shifters believe in his return, if enough of them pour their power into the idea of him, he might manifest on his own. Not the real First Wolf. A shadow of him. A hungry ghost." "And what would that ghost do?" Kara's face was grim. "It would consume. Every shifter it touched would be drained, their power added to its own. It would grow until there was nothing left."

I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek. "See? He's breathing!" I ignored Chester's howls, grabbed my aunt's hand, and pressed it against his neck. She jerked her hand back as if shocked, taking a moment to process. "Chester's not dead? Then what was all that before?" Chester, drenched in sweat from the commotion, scrambled to clear things up. "The hospital screwed up. I just had a bad reaction to some booze. "My body went into survival mode when my temperature tanked, and voila, I'm back.

Screams tore through the B2 level. Martha and I bolted for the stairs. Marcus stumbled behind. The smell of blood hit us like a wall. In the makeshift chapel, Sister Catherine was on her knees before the cross. A bloody hole gaped in her neck. A zombie was hunched over her, greedily tearing at her flesh. It had crawled in through an air vent. “Oh God…” Marcus retched. I grabbed a nearby iron chalice and slammed it into the zombie’s head.

Xia grip on the zombie neck tightened, her twinkling phoenix eyes as if it had stars in them as she slowly approached the zombie ears, she says, “I forgot to tell you. I am immune to zombie virus” she muttered so sweetly but her words were still regarded as if every word she uttered was covered with thorns, it sent goose bumps to his greyish skin and sent chills to his infected cell for the last time, before he felt his body exploding.

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.