Harry Potter Zombie Novels & Stories

But was it the happy ever after for the royal kingdom and people of Hamster? The dead body of Otaku was found by some Aghoris who passed by the way. They were experts in practice of black magic and sorcery. With their evil powers they brought Otaku alive. For the wickedness he nurtured in his body and blood, Otaku became a master in Tantrism. He is now no more a human who has life principled to birth and death but a vampire, a sex hungry beast and a lust filled addict who had mastered on sorcery.

Between them, they could fix everything with not only the council but the people of Zidiah. The people of Zidiah lined the streets the day of Harry’s funeral. Even though I wasn’t there, our people were there to support Bastian and me in our grief, and I will be forever grateful. But something has to be done to make them forget what they know. If I know my mother, she’ll put a vampiric glamour over the people of Zidiah and the surrounding packs. No one will remember the day Harry Ashworth-Dalgaard died, and if I have my way, they won’t remember that Harry isn’t biologically mine and Bastian’s either. Mum will somehow get through to Dad; she always does.

They dug up their hidden secrets and anger against each other, but I couldn't understand. Firstly, I didn't know why they had such strength, and secondly, why did they seem like vampires or werewolves? "Are you humans?" I mentioned, and Kidd looked at me. "He already knows," he said, glancing at Daniel, then suddenly leaping before me. "Because you've seen our true forms, sweetie, you need to die now," he smiled at me, revealing his long fangs that weakened my entire system. "This will be quick. Just close your eyes," and as if under a hypnotic spell, I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for him to take my life.

“Of course not. I just cleaned the lens of your heart camera, if you wanna put it that way. There are countless beings around us other than shadows, dear. Beings that will never harass you or do you any harm. It’s time you let your heart rest from trying to pierce into the darkness and turn to the light.” “Meaning now I’m gonna go around seeing these blurs of light everywhere?” “No. Meaning if you ever need to see them, now they can show themselves to you.” “Oh, okay.” Hugo brought our bowls filled with fresh steamy tea and we lingered there, sipping them in silence like the day before. We heard a knock on the door and Harry made his regal entrance. Today he wore jeans and a tartan shirt. He

Peele could feel his body growing weaker by the second and cursed out loud before he collapsed on the edge of the cliff he was standing at. Meanwhile, the zombie charged at Wilbur once more, who realized that the zombie had not been injured from his attack at all. In fact, it seemed to increase in power and speed. "Could this be a case of spirit enchantment? That's a spell from evil sorcery." Wilbur sensed that the zombie before him was different and could not help but remember the types of zombies he had encountered in the past.

I remained silent at the front, with my gun raised and ready the whole time. The emergency lights in the research lab flickered on and off, and the air stank of blood and decay. Distant growls of the zombies rumbled through the halls. We were about to reach the exit when a familiar wail cut through the darkness. "Help… Please, help me!" I took a closer look and saw Esmeralda pinned against a wall by three zombies, their teeth sinking into her. Her right arm had been ripped off, blood gushing like a fountain.

He was stronger, faster, and sharper than he had ever been. As he entered a long corridor, a faint noise behind him caught his attention—a rasping breath and the scrape of claws on the floor. He turned sharply, his eyes narrowing. A lone zombie emerged from the shadows, its head tilting unnaturally as it locked onto him. Its milky eyes gleamed with a hunger that made Luke’s stomach twist, but he didn’t back away.

HAZEL'S POV "Wow, my mind is about to explode with all this new information! Witches, Demigods and now Werewolves - ahhhh! Next, you're gonna tell me zombies are real." I was awestricken. Zander glimpsed at me for a second and then he focused his eyes back on the road, he had a sly smile plastered on his chiselled jaws. "About the zombies -" He averted his eyes on my face once more, his smile completely faded.

I mutter a spell and it aids the swiftness of the process, while I spin in the air in the tornado’s encase and things get damaged due to its intensity. Bodies begin dropping rapidly into a deep slumber and I still maintain my focus leading the spell to the end of the city. The air becomes lighter and the tornado slowly dissipates just as I ensure that all human life forces are made unconscious. I shut my eyes, quelling my aura, before opening them back to find all witches walking towards me. “They are dead souls from the underworld, both supernatural and human,” a witch, Hermione, says gesturing to the troop of pale-skinned zombie-looking beings that surround the entire space.

Her tempting scent instantly tickled my nose. “Travelling with teleportation is very convenient.” With a small smile, I got up and met her halfway. Wrapping my arms around her thin waist, I kissed her cheek and said: "I'm going take you to the hospital.” Zoe's face hardened slightly. She pinched my cheek and studied me carefully. "I just saw you a week ago, but you look so tired now. Everything that happened definitely seems to be serious." We went to the hospital to see dad. After examining him, Zoe said concisely: "Franklin was poisoned with a paralysing potion. Just like the potions made by the black wizards, only the person who made this potion will have the antidote."