I Am A Zombie Bl Novels & Stories

Cadell Brian and Ghost Scene Female General were delighted to hear that, for Tadhg Walter's strength, the two believed without a doubt, were chased by these zombies again, it is estimated that they will be on the same road, if the young man in front of them has been assigned, they do it okay, otherwise the zombies on the other side chased and didn't leave, and this side confessed to Tadhg Walter the price they couldn't bear. Ghost Scene Female General directly holds a bone spear and a level five blue-haired zombie to fight in a team, Cadell Brian also controls the skeleton around another level five green-haired zombie. Tadhg Walter raised his hand, a golden light appeared, dealing with these

The two were locked for some moments. “I am Zuba”, she said softly. “I am the princess of the kingdom of Borney of the vampire”. “But I am werewolf”, said Jason “Yea, its fine” “Sure?” “Yea, we’re in this together, to turn our hates into love, but they won’t allow us”. She said. “Can we do this?” “Why not”, said Jason hesitantly. “Off course we can, let’s get on it” But before they could figure out on the next step, some passers-by that saw them screamed. They began to shout.

Now he was my only support who could show me the light out of this hideous place. "W-w-who are you?" I stuttered, looking at him. "I'm the last person alive in this place, Anderson Parkmerg. Except for me, she killed all of them in her heart-wrenching game." With that clever glance, he smirked at me and asked. "Aren't you curious to know about this place?" I stayed quiet, but he started telling the story with a grin.

I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front. I quickly glanced at the one who hasn’t transformed yet but he doesn’t even budge, he is just watching. I grabbed this chance to throw one of my knives but his reflex in a human form is greater than I thought. He caught the knife and stared at the engraved symbol. “The famous clan of Ambrose,” he muttered but I didn’t pay any attention because we are now being outnumbered by these monsters. Rendall and I stopped attacking for a second and weigh the situation we are in. I was about to cover Rendall when I felt a hard thing bump into the back of my head. I touched it as I am slowly losing my balan

Just at that moment when they fully crashed against another pack of zombies, the car was heavily damaged and took a huge hit at the front resulting to the car engine being destroyed by the impact. “Tsk.” Stanley angrily punched the steering wheel and immediately took off his seat belt. Byul held his head, dizzy and as the blood flowed into his eyes. He quickly recover his sense and held the gun tight in his hand. The growling and scratching immediately reached his ears and it hasn’t been long till the zombies were already banging on every side of the car, impatiently clawing the glass to have their meal. Stanley took possession of the gun and looked at Byul with a meaningful glance. Byul cle

Eat! Vegetable-like zombies deteriorated at a faster rate as well, but one would have to hang around for a bit to see that happen. Since she had no intention of delaying their quest one minute longer than necessary, she worked her mind while the guard led her to view the alien as to other ways of determining how heavily the virus had attacked him.

he proudly proclaims, and I could feel the smile on his face. A small prick pinches my left forearm and I inspect the unexpected sore. A small dart is protruded in my left arm. My vision starts to blur, but I fight it, yanking the dart from my flesh. I try to focus on the dart, but my vision is blurring even more and I start to feel dizzy. I try to push back the feeling again, but this time it's too hard. I barely feel my body hitting the ground as my vision dissipates. -

Like he hadn't eaten in years, he tore the man's stomach open with his nails and dug in. The other two scaled the walls, dragging people out through windows, ripping into them one by one. Screams tore through the night. The whole complex turned into hell. Then—just like that—Bella's lion dropped from upstairs. At her command, it moved, jaws slick with blood, lunging at the zombies. The infected had just turned. They couldn't handle a beast at full force. One swipe—done. The lion shut it all down in minutes. Silence. Total silence.

When I woke up, I stretched lazily before the comments appeared in my vision again: [Whoa, talk about bloody! There's nothing scarier than human nature in the apocalypse!] [Yeah, it really magnifies the darkness of humanity…] [To think he could even do that to his own parents… what an animal!] [What a selfish scum! He could do anything for a mouthful of food!] I turned on the surveillance and saw Charles and his parents fighting each other, bloodied and bruised, all over a single pack of instant noodles. "You old hag! Why are you fighting me for this food when you've got cancer?"

The world should end on a Monday. There’s something honest about that. Brutal, yes, but clean. A Monday already has the emotional texture of damp socks and unpaid bills, so adding zombies feels less like a cosmic betrayal and more like management escalating a complaint. Unfortunately, the world chooses Thursday at 6:17 p.m., while Maya Rodriguez is standing barefoot in her kitchen, trying to decide whether expired sour cream is a negotiable concept. “It smells fine,” Dex says from behind her.