I Am A Zombie Manga Novels & Stories

Valerie stated as she handed her the freshly baked cookies she had made and smiled at her before sitting down on the couch. ‘Mrs. Nettle, I got some ice cream.' ‘Good evening, Mrs. Nettle, I also bought some egg tart.' ‘Mrs. Nettle, I ordered some pizza.' Mrs. Nettle giggles as she recalls how every time Valerie eats dinner with them, she always buys something as an exchange, which she thinks is kind of cute. Valerie took a seat on the couch next to the youngest children and noticed that the youngest is interested in watching anime, particularly the one that they are currently watching on television, ‘Sailor Sun.'

Chibuzor Victor Obih was born in the southern part of Nigeria. He was born in Warri, Delta State to be precise. His writings includes novels, poetry and short stories. During his free time, he likes to play soccer, read, study and above all, write. He is currently a fourth year student of a renowned public university in Nigeria (University of Port-Harcourt) where he is pursuing a bachelor's degree in Mechanical Engineering. I Am Also A Werewolf is his fourth book and his first attempt to write a beautiful novella. It talks about the wonderful story of a female werewolf who supports her human friend during his crisis with his ex-wife's parents concerning the death of his wife. It features lov

“Can you believe she thought she’d bring peace and happiness to the country by overthrowing it with an army of zombies. Did she think she’d be able to control them after they’d eaten enough brains to start thinking for themselves? Such delusion.” “They do what?” Max gasped. “They eat the brains of humans and, after a while, something happens in them that allows them to think for themselves,” Megan explained. “How many of these creatures are walking around now?” I asked. “I’m sure I couldn’t say,” Megan replied. “I imagine it would depend on how many of the walking dead the good lawman has managed to retrieve and send to his grave, permanently.” “Not enough,” Max mused. “A handful at best.

This someone has been forgetten back then, this someone destroyed me before. But today, he will dominate me again, hunt me and become his obsession this time. In Vlaze Kingdom, I am the Vampire's Obsession. NOTE: This story is a work of fiction. Names, Places, Incidents are only imagination of Author. Any resemble real names, places, co-events and locals are just coincidental. Thank you! God bless! Ps: plagiarism is a crime

Naoko's hair reflexively stood on its end when she recalled about how the original soul had died a slow and agonising death because of this mushroom. In the original story, their mechas were ruined in a confrontation in the sandy plains. As a result of a prolonged exposure to the fog, the original Aimi thought the icky looking gemstone looked pretty and interesting, which led to a rash decision of touching it. Naoko, who had better natural resistance, reacted as soon as she realised what Aimi intended to do. However, with the slight delay in her response, it was still too late. Aimi's finger brushed against the mushroom while Naoko pushed her down. The contact caused the mushroom to shrivel

muttered the slightly bewildered Yusef as he stared at the zombie. Fezrumos was quite famous within the Underworld Valley as a vicious and cruel beast. With that in mind, Yusef definitely knew who this zombie was, and he was also aware that it had the same amount of training as a Ninth-rank Chakra King! Aside from its immense strength, the beast was pretty much immortal as well! In short, only someone who had managed to enter the Sage Realm could have a chance of even killing the zombie for good. Knowing that, a fearful expression was instantly displayed on Yusef’s face. It didn’t help that the zombie was looking at it with such murderous intent.

The gaze of the two became deep, their eyes never shifting away and the little black iris in the dull eyes of the zombie and the honeyed coloured phoenix eyes of the little girl swirled like a storm as if challenging which one has the strongest and influential gaze that can attract the two of them and will be the first to admit defeat. "Okay, okay. I won't look at her anymore Quiliu. I won't look" Xia sighed in defeat, she was very embarrassed to look straight to the dull eyes of the zombie in front of her but she was still reluctant to retract her gaze from the not-so-obvious handsome face that was covered in grey skin and a lot of unshaven beard of this silly zombie in front of her. "Reall

The gaze of the two became deep, their eyes never shifting away and the little black iris in the dull eyes of the zombie and the honeyed coloured phoenix eyes of the little girl swirled like a storm as if challenging which one has the strongest and influential gaze that can attract the two of them and will be the first to admit defeat. "Okay, okay. I won't look at her anymore Quiliu. I won't look" Xia sighed in defeat, she was very embarrassed to look straight to the dull eyes of the zombie in front of her but she was still reluctant to retract her gaze from the not-so-obvious handsome face that was covered in grey skin and a lot of unshaven beard of this silly zombie in front of her. "Reall

She had no idea where he was going with this, but if it made him feel better to continue down this path, then so be it. “A mutant is a human with altered genetics.” “Is a zombie a human?” “Hell, no. It just looks like one, but all of humanity is gone from it.” “What color do humans bleed?” “Red,” she said with raised brow as she looked over to where the zombie lay. “That’s purple blood coming out of that corpse, is it not?” “You’ve made your point,” Olga snapped. Rex looked at his friend long and hard. “I’ve never killed a human. Mutant or otherwise. Don’t ever accuse me of it again.”

They forced their way in, sending pain through her head: Kalina arriving at the Kingdom of Nigella, meeting a girl named Sekar who looked exactly like her but carried a different aura, and the endless war that followed, even after Kalina never returned, the beginning of Nigella’s great downfall. “Argh, it hurts!” Anantari clutched her head. No one in the room heard her scream. She fought the pain alone until her transparent form slowly faded away, vanishing without a trace. The room fell quiet, though Anantari had just endured an unpleasant ordeal. Reza Abraham had arrived to help, using a repaired artifact to reseal the remnants of black smoke that had escaped from the Abraham estate’s cont