Harry Potter Zombie Novels & Stories

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 looked at me and smiled at me which is why my heartbeat quickened. He turned his eyes to the front again so I also turned my eyes to the front and saw that Fin's brothers were getting ready. "What's the plan?" Von asked. "In the place where we all stand, our witches wand won't work." said Leana. "We are Wolf Vampires, we can transform but not for long. Our kryptonites are all around us. He has his kryptonite." Von said. "The Pure Vampires, as far as I know, don't just rush to the gorbloyds because their target is us." Creed added.

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.

There was a time when the sight of her lovely honey-coloured eyes left me weak in the knees, now I want to claw them out of her skull with my bare hands. “I didn't think you'd come,” I say. “Why didn't you tell me you're here?” “I wanted to make sure your little side bitch really left.” “I’m sure she did.” Harriet nods. “And you are truly alone?” “You know I am. Are you?” “I’m not that stupid, Jericho. The last thing you said to me was that you wanted to die so you’d be free of me.” She raises her arms and four mutants come lumbering out of the swamp, walking straight in our direction. Their eyes are white, sightless, and their skin is greying. “Zombies?” I ask. “Really?”

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."

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

"Have you come to play with me?" What the hell—a zombie that can talk?