Invader Zim Style Novels & Stories

Volume 3: Dangerous Games FREAKING KIDS. Zain Lloyd pressed his back against a cement column to avoid being hit by a walking TARDIS. He liked cosplaying at conventions as much as the next thirty-something nerd, but some get-ups were more hassle than they were worth. He hooked his thumbs in his belt loops and watched the spray-painted TARDIS wander down the aisle, bouncing into people.

Their skin is marked with visible tattoos, and I recognize them from my lessons with Clay: they bear Zombie’s mark. The man at the front must be Zombie himself. He bears a striking resemblance to Adis, with high cheekbones, perfectly sculpted lips, and eyes that shimmer like green-blue galaxies. But his hair is longer, stark white, and his skin is much paler. Towering over the others, he carries himself with a regal air, as though he owns the ground he walks on.

Stepping out of the shower as naked as the very day he was born, he drew for the towel, throwing it over his shoulder and walking down the hall to his room. He pushed his door open, walking in on Liam's and Fredd's little whispering party. They both turned to him wide eyed, then looked away immediately after. "What the f*ck man! Have some shame..." Zillon glared pass them at his closet and walked over to it. There, he dried his hair and body with the towel before getting dressed in a shorts, no shirt. "You look like a zombie, honestly..." Zillon slid down to the floor with a sigh. "I don't care about my appearance Liam, where will we be searching tomorrow?"

As her blood streamed into the air, Rose thrust out her palm. A pitch black-skinned zombie with a white bone exoskeleton launched out of the wave, careening for the sparkling red liquid. The pitch-black zombie jumping across the air stood out in the dull desert tone, making it look scary. The zombie commander sprang into the air, causing sand to shoot forth as it opened its mouth wide, attempting not to miss even a drop of Rose's blood. If he wasn't a monster, he'd be one of the most heinous perverts with a blood fetish.

“Mr. Mori.” “Good morning!” greets Kim, gesturing for her to take a seat. We are at Kim Yuan’s mini function room, expecting their coming today. Two cups of steaming coffee sit before us on the table. The door opens again and Zed’s massive figure appears in the door frame. “Good morning, everyone.” Zed isn’t in his usual three-piece suit, but his long-sleeved polo shirt that hugged his lean build makes him look more gorgeous and elegant. I haven't seen him like that before. It seems that he has developed more muscles through the years of working it out.

“The guys have just arrived and are going to go for showers before getting dressed. Apparently, there was a paintball incident, Alexi has a bruise on his face, and four out of five of them are too hungover to think straight.” “I knew they couldn’t come back completely in one piece. How bad are they?” “Pretty bad, babe. They look and smell like zombies. Only Matt looks like himself.” “Fine. After their shower, bring them over one by one. I’ll just reach through the crack in the door and heal them before we get started.” The stylist went to work on twisting my hair up into an elaborate but elegant loose bun that sat right at the base of my neck. She took sprigs of baby’s-breath flowers and pl

As extreme as the other seven. Zombie was a woman in her early 20s. She gave no shit even though Linda was taller than her. She exuded a confident single lady. She had a similar sleeveless hoodie with different shades of color and bear ears latched on her head hoodie but with an angry bear mouth and nose. Truthfully, Linda was quite intrigued by her. “Linda. The owner of this cafe.” She cleared her throat. “Ah!” Zombie made quite an expression under her mask. “You have talent in business but not on this small scale.”

I did not fail to notice how Zavier stared at me like a lion, looking at it's prey when I entered the room but me being me as usual, the crazy other part mocked me that it was just one of my wild imaginations and I thinks she maybe was right. After all, I am very fond of imagining impossibilities to be possibilities. 'You look sexy my little Zarie' Zavier whispered playfully in my ears which sent a chilling wave down my spine and at that moment, it was my turn to rub my victory in my subconscious’ face. I was like, yeah I was right bitch!

His crystal blue eyes were hard to look away from, and the smile on his face widened as if he understood the fact that I was checking him out. Letting my gaze wander away from his face to the rest of his body, Zain was dressed semi-casually. He was in a blue plaid dress-shirt and dark skinny jeans with brown loafers. He almost looked like a normal high school kid. At least anyone who saw him would think he was one and wouldn't attribute the fact that he was a supernatural being to him. "Hi," He said, his pearly white canine protruding slightly. "You look great," He said, his gaze moving from my face downward and back to my face.

I would be even more creeped out. ''It's just that I like your style and I tend to remember things I like,'' I tried to salvage my reputation. He nodded. I wasn't sure if he accepted that but he didn't press the issue. I really did like his style, it reminded me of e- boys that took over the internet. Today he was wearing a black thrasher shirt with a black and white striped long sleeve shirt that gave me Beetlejuice vibes. He paired it with black jeans and white vans.