Invader Zim Pak Novels & Stories

She’s been gone for too long, she’s sure he will find her. “Don’t you speak?” He asked. Feeling fed up with his irritating voice, she spoke up. “What pack are you?” “Finally.” He chuckled. “We’re proudly from the Blood Moon Pack. I’m the pack Zeta, and these are my boys. I’m sure you’ve seen a few of them yesterday evening.” Thanks to him for telling her the time. And Zeta, huh? She’ll have to remember that. Igor, the Blood Moon Pack’s Zeta, and his ‘boys’.

The Zorean Pack’s existence shall be wiped off in this millennium by a weapon, neither made of the living or the non living . “WOHOOOO !! GO ARROWS GO !” Kai and Samantha chimed together as if we were playing a freaking soccer match but by now our adrenaline was not simply gushing but storming its way through our veins while our feral forms kicked in. “YAYYYY !!!!” the pack members cheered and this infuriated Zompano so much, such that the fvcking rascal finally disclosed his darkest secret to the entire world as he burst into his true form with a rumbling roar.

he looked threatened. "If they are after the disk, why are they killing my men?" he yelled at him again. He was annoyed by the way the guy had been acting frivolously. "Please let me go, before she comes" he replied again with frivolity. "Pay him and make sure the trade still happen. The zombie fighter is my main target. Be careful and thrilling" he pushed the guy off. "And don't fight her" he added. Back in the basement, Jackson crew clapped.

“I should’ve billed Bernard extra for emotional damages.” Another pizza roll disappeared. “You know what?” I pointed toward the screen. “I’m taking toilet paper with me next time anyway.” Not because I planned on visiting another porta-potty. Because Ghost had a sense of humor. I could appreciate that. Most hackers tried to disappear. Ghost entertained their self while disappearing. That told me something about them. More than you would think. They wasn’t panicking. They wasn’t reacting. They was planning. That made them dangerous.

His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, neither of us moves. The voice on the other end of the line speaks. "Ken, are you okay?" Ken, short for Kendrick? My hands turn clammy. My head spins. He doesn't break eye contact. After what feels like forever, he responds. "Yes, I am. Call me when you get back." He ends the call. I collapse onto the floor, my veil slipping loose around my neck. Kendrick. The scar. The wheelchair. Kendrick Harrold is alive.

No one has been able to survive their onslaught. The pack rose to prominence after Zavion Kessler- better known as Invictus- the unconquerable- ascended to the throne. He is called unconquerable both in terms of battle skills and looks. They say he is the handsome devil with a soul as bright as the new moon. You getting it, right? He doesn’t know what mercy is. He feeds off on violence and thrives in others' fear. None of his victims got the opportunity to look beyond his vicious death claws. It is also believed that the barbaric alpha eats his victims’ heart and bathes in their blood to enhance his power. Some say he has made a pact with a demon of hell who shares his power with him and in

Ever since then, his eyesight had improved tremendously. After taking a few more steps, the roar of zombies was heard. "Awoo! Awoo!" However, they had not noticed him and were instead fighting with some Gene Fighters. There were tens of Gene Fighters, all in black. Golden letters could be seen on their backs; they read, Kutcher. Lucas beamed at them and realized that they were all Rank 1 Evolved Ones. On the other hand, the zombies they were facing were Level 3 to 4 Zombies.

“We’ve got everyone,” Zidane said, walking into his pack mansion. A few hours ago, a group of twenty vampires attacked Zidane’s patrolling team and injured three pack members. It took them an hour to round up all the vampires and bring them to custody. Zidane’s beta, David, went to the office to prepare for the paperwork and interrogation. Now, everything was settled. Liam had no reason to stay longer. He did his best to assist Zidane to strengthen the perimeter for a few hours.

The other four followed joining her as they stood at a distance far from the scene. Zane remained still wanting to torture these weaklings a lesson for them to spare some respect for Gidark - himself. He had lived for more than fifty years protecting this land they were standing on. He had sacrificed too much of his time trying to keep intruders off of his property and they had the guts to intrude and feed on his civilians. He himself feed on animals that have little meat and bones that prick his stomach. What gave these two imbeciles the right to look down upon him. He wanted to show them who was in power.

"We are the creators! How are we losing to our own code?" "Because we taught it to be better than us!" Pim screamed, scrambling toward the server cabinet. She pulled a knife from her belt—a tactical tool she’d carried since the slums—and began tearing at the cabinet’s wiring. "If I can’t stop it, I’ll short the whole floor!" Sparks exploded from the console, showering the room in blinding white light. The smell of burning plastic filled the air, and for a second, the screaming of the computers stopped.