Horror Zombie Books Novels & Stories

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

“I don’t drink the blood or eat the flesh of humans. Remember, I’m not pure vampire. I’m mutant, but I’ve conquered the desire for human flesh. If I eat meat, brains are my chosen delicacy. As for blood... I never developed a taste for it and since I’m mutant I don’t require it for survival. I’ll partake in some on occasion, but it’s rare.” “Whose brains do you eat and whose blood do you rarely drink?” I asked hesitantly. “I’ve created a serum that makes it so I don’t need to drink blood or eat flesh for survival,” she replied. “But...” I sighed, “I don’t understand.” “Let me explain it to you as clearly as I can,” she said with boldness. “When the war broke out and the bomb was released,

I have no idea. The books were old, some pages are rotten and smell like mushrooms in a wet forest. I smiled when I realized that these books were precious. And they were all about my kind, the Helsings. For hours, all I did was read and get drowned in these pile of books. I have never been flooded with knowledge unlike before. The more I got absorbed into the pages, the more this hatred towards the corrupted vampires grew. It was eye-opening. Written on the page was,

The woman laughed blandly, as she breathed heavily when her body finally out of the deserted mall. Now the question of where the zombies go is finally got answered. Maybe because they have not been getting enough blood lately, their bodies are starting to change, and they are starting to be afraid of light now. They hide in dark places to find their prey during the day. Maya had indeed seen the same incident in the lab where they had been researching zombies all along. But until now, there has been no definite theory that explains why the zombies they have locked up in the lab can suddenly burn as if a high-temperature light has burned them down. Maya felt today she was really lucky. Because

I can still hear Shantelle's weak screams. When they opened everything I was frozen in place. I couldn't move because of shock. The two stood beside me and were also surprised by what they saw. After a while, Shantelle screamed but I didn't move, I kept staring at the things lying on the floor and the sofa. I was shocked because there were sandals, necklaces, earrings, rings, bracelets, purses, and shoulder bags. What sane person or vampire gave this to me? Does he have no brain?

Few weeks later. It was dark at night. Grace, in her zombie form, climbed up on the glass surface of a penthouse straight to the top pest floor. She hanged on with both hands and swung her body back, brought it back on the glass. The glass shattered and she made her way in. She got out of the room she entered into the hallway sneaking through. Bright lights glowing enough to blind came on suddenly. Alarm blared all over the penthouse. She turned round and round in amazement. Some gunned rushed to the hallway down from where she was.

Before she realized what was happening, the zombie sank those newly formed fangs into Kendra’s forearm. Screaming from shock, fear, and pain, she struggled to free her arm. Taken by surprise, Rex wrestled for a few seconds to gather his wits. When he did, he wasted no time in leaping forward and driving his blade into the zombie’s temple. With its powerful fangs embedded into Kendra’s arm, when it slumped to the ground, the abomination took his wife down with it. “My arm,” Kendra wailed as she fell to her knees. “Those fangs are stuck in my arm. I think they’re in the bone!”

I did the research. On my whole lower arm, these are my favorite monsters in fiction: Dracula, Frankenstein's Monster, the Hunchback of Notre Dame, and course, a zombie. If you can see more closely it's a picture of me—zombified. Aww, thanks so much, Zeke. It just sounds funny when you say 'sexy zombie.'

What business did Allison have with a witch of that caliber? My gaze drifted away from the list, landing on the chaos of the desk. Only then did I truly see the mess. It wasn’t just papers; it was a library of obsession. Documents were scattered everywhere, burying the wood surface. I picked up a few books, reading the spines. ‘Tales of the Undead’. ‘The Physiology of the Damned’. ‘The Half-Demon’s Plight’. All titles about vampires. They weren’t particularly strange books for a Hunter to possess, I had read most of them myself during training. Know thy enemy. It was Rule Number One. When you hunted apex predators, knowledge was the only equalizer.

In the night forest, zombies poured in from all directions. "Raarh!" Hayley felt a rush of foul wind in front of her as a zombie suddenly leapt out from nowhere, jaws wide open as it lunged straight at her.