Invader Zim Voot Cruiser Novels & Stories

“Then you’ll ride with me.” Moments later, the war convoy split into the night. Wolves leapt into armored cars that purred like beasts of steel, engines tuned to perfection. Lucien’s personal vehicle—a blacked-out Aston Martin SUV, modified with both elegance and tactical firepower—took point. Zaria sat beside him, seatbelt clicking into place as the city lights bled into endless roads.

Silas’s voice was a roar as he threw himself across the cabin, pinning me against the seat with the strength of his obsidian frame. The crawler hit the slanted wreckage of the bridge with a bone-jarring impact. We didn't plummet into the grey sludge of the Pacific—not yet. The vehicle caught on a jagged outcropping of rebar, swaying precariously over the churning, toxic foam below. Outside, the world was a kaleidoscope of violence. The Harvester-Colossus was swatting at Jax’s Aero-Skiffs like a giant fighting off silver hornets, while the Director hovered above us, her golden armor shimmering with a cold, predatory light.

I get inside and begin plucking the flowers when Kane sees me. We work together, making the medicine as Loki packs and builds a contraption for Finn to ride in. As soon as he drinks this and we cauterize his wound, we will have to move. We won’t be able to stay here for him to heal we will need to move on to the next safe house and hope it is empty and free of hunters. “Drink this,” I say softly, putting the cup to Finn’s lips, but he doesn’t even try to drink. “Here, let me try, Kane says, lifting his friend to a sitting position, “Here, you have to drink this buddy.”

"Somito finally got the scrap-army moving." (ZILO’S POINT OF VIEW) "Deploy the Scrapper units! Full throttle! I want those vines shredded!" Zilo screamed, standing atop the lead command-crawler. Behind him, a line of fifty repurposed mining automatons roared to life. They were ugly, clanking beasts of rusted iron and copper wiring, their limbs replaced with oversized saws and thermal torches.

When Dick’s attack finally hit him, Zayn was sure to be annihilated in the same way a comet would to an entire civilization. Honestly, Zayn’s looked concerned, though his consternation was not directed at Dick, but at the fact that they were fighting within the restrictive space of a cruise ship. The ship was not going to be able to contain the unreserved assault of two superior class fighters. No matter how durable the floor looked, it would never be as inured as the earth itself.

If the crane shook its neck, it could toss the woman out of the carriage like a cannonball. Caspian roared. Using the Ursa Major's Blurred Shadows, his Ghoul-Locker Spear was as fast as lightning, piercing through the Golden Icebreaker Crane's head. Although the woman was saved, the next Golden Icebreaker Crane suddenly rushed down, and it abruptly slammed onto the fast-moving wheel, causing it to explode.

The rooftop was empty, and the second floor was already more than halfway underwater. As Nicole left, she glanced at the Hummer she'd had her eye on in the parking deck. It was the same model as the one owned by Zeph. It had high clearance, insane torque, and aggressive lines. In an apocalypse, it was a real war machine, something that could smash an ordinary SUV aside without slowing down. Too bad her storage space couldn't take it. Compared to that, she chose the RV instead. It was more comfortable and versatile.

“I’m at the pack house with Kev. There are six warriors with us holding down the fort. Sam left to go into the city. Apparently, the rogues are using that as a staging point. She was going to pull the warriors and try to hit them there.” Taking a breath, I grabbed a drill and just drilled into the plastic of the crate. After about seven random screws, I threw the drill and tossed the tire iron and crowbar into the empty space next to me. The wires were still sticking out of the bottom and I grabbed them, putting two together. The beast of the ZL1 special edition V8 roared to life and I slammed the door shut next to me. You could see how the door locked since I’d taken the inner panels off. “

Five minutes later, a modified heavy-duty off-road vehicle burst through the gates of the Vanguard Base. In the back seat, I held tightly onto Jude Spencer, the young boy with awakening spatial abilities. His body was burning hot, the space around him visibly warping. Sweat drenched my forehead. "Stay with me. Don’t fall asleep." I steadied him while constructing an extremely complex spatial stabilization model in my mind. Outside, the roar of zombies was deafening. Several fast-moving Lickers leapt onto the roof, their claws tearing into the metal. Commander Morris let out a cold snort. Extending one hand out the window, he formed a spear of violet lightning and obliterated the creatures on

Glory Real Estate, Chairman’s office. Zion sat on the sofa, trembling from head to toe, not knowing if it was from fear or nervousness. Sitting in his chair and dissatisfied, Warren slammed his hand on the table and scolded, “Zion Krammer what were you doing? You took a billion bucks from me to do this and this is the result?” Zion gritted his teeth and snarled, “You shut the hell up! I lost a hundred and fifty troops because of that and the Viper Gang has been wiped out clean. I’m angrier than you right now.”