Invader Zim Style Novels & Stories

she curses, ask I continue to shot her. Soon the gun runs out of water. "Am going to kill you," she said. "You can't if you can't catch me," I said and began to run and chasing after me. I run into one of the guest rooms, saw lots of teddy bears, and began to throw them after her. "Hey aunty those are mine," little Levi said pointing at the teddy bears while glaring at Zoe. "Why are you glaring at me, it's not me who touch your stuff," she glared back.

“Is you that rude muthafaka a’knockin’ on ma door? You’d best be ready cuz’ this dis battle gon be sinkin’ your ship. Ain’t nobody takin’ ma shades nowhere without a rap!” Ah… Zen wanted to pretend he never found the last known variant monster. Just from that fashion sense and speech pattern, he could tell this would be a difficult fight in a different way.

My body tilted, following the natural call with no argument at all. Zain wore a plain white shirt with a deep V-neck that exposed his chest more than it should, along with thick leather trousers and high boots. His hair was a wonderfully done mess on his head, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he would begin to wear it this way if I begged hard enough. His heavy-lidded eyes were bright even though I could catch the shadows underneath, and I began to wonder if what we needed instead of a tumble around the forest was a good night’s rest. Stretching my arms out, I beckoned towards him. “Come here, Zain.”

That’s why she felt at home among them. “How dare you,” I growl, voice layered with fury and truth. Then I let go. My limbs stretch and crack with a satisfying snap, spine arching as the shift consumes me. Obsidian fur, sleek and shimmering like midnight oil, explodes across my skin. Power surges in every muscle, every breath. When I land on all fours, the ground seems to tremble beneath me. Gasps echo like cannon fire around the room. Some drop to their knees without even realizing it, heads bowed low. The sheer weight of my presence is enough to humble them.

Decades in the making, passed down from generation to generation, crafting the perfect hostile take over. I had never intended to fall for a girl. My focus was the mission. Overthrow the humans rule one of the zombie hordes as king. It was what I had spent years building towards. Then I met Lacy with her medium length mocha brown hair in layers with messy bangs, hazel eyes, a pretty face, a coca-cola body figure, and nice sized boobs. She was a book nerd but had a little edge to her style. Torn-up jeans, black shirts, black painted nails, and black canvas shoes. Lacey Thorne was the things my sex dreams were made of. Sweet, innocent, totally capable, with a slight edge to her.

January 7, it is already 1 day passed since we clear the zombies in our street but the road towards it still has too many zombies, though we don't find any special type, the sheer number is making us hard to completely wipe out them while having idle time, Jimboy and David is always bringing me to practice with them due to they feel that being strong in this world would be the key for our survival even David always complain but he still continuing his practice while me slowly but I've been familiarizing myself to my strength and mana control and I can kill mindless zombies now using terrain and having enough control of my mana I can enchant my dull knife, which is very helpful *ingggg* the d

"Dr. Cloude, two more wanderers have been discovered in Zone B7." I raised an eyebrow. "The same pair as before?" "Yes," he replied in a hushed tone. "The man is partially blind. The woman is completely zombified but still conscious. She's restrained." For the past year, Hans and Winnie had wandered like ghosts around the perimeter of various safe zones. The side effects of the first-generation vaccine had turned Winnie into a conscious zombie, while Hans stubbornly took her everywhere seeking medical help. "Should we expel them?"

Ivan groaned, pinching his temples as he shook his head simultaneously. "What, not again?" I asked, utterly baffled. "Oh, this?" Ivy asked, pointing to his suit to which I nodded. "This is called fighting in style. You know." He smirked as I gave him a blank look. "You got a spare?" "What? You're not serious, are you?" Ivan asked in a disbelief tone as he stared at us. "Well, I also have to change from these smelly clothes and it's fun to fight in style. It's this aura that will radiate from us and enemies will itself run away just by our confidence."

halting their steps, then pointing at her sweaty form, "doesn’t suit you. I was okay watching you wear that kind of style, but not anymore. You need real clothes. Not some baggy clothes; you look homeless." "I’m comfortable with it," shrugging her shoulders, "and I don’t have any money." "Well, I have money, so you can't stop me." "Nice moves, Zainne," Kent inserted while jogging towards them. "Are you done with your spar, Kent?" Zed asked. He bowed his head, showing respect. "Yes, Gamma Zed," he said, gazing at Zainne’s sweaty appearance. "Want to fight?" Zainne blurted, making everyone stare at her.

Which happened to be a baggy sky blue Long sleeve on cream coloured pants, and sneakers for my feet "You look good." Theron whispered in my ear as we crossed the road. "And you look..." I paused for a second as I scanned his getup - a brown leather jacket on a black shirt with a character from Z. O. M. B. I. E. S drawn on it, a zombie by the name Zed, I think. His pants were a lighter shade of brown like his jacket and he settled for boots rather than sneakers. "Look?" Theron prompted, snapping out of my daze.