Invincible Zombies Novels & Stories

Guevarra’s liposuction. “Welcome back, Ginger,” Dr. Guevarra said with a smile on her face. “Are you ready to remove your bandage and see the result of your new appearance?” “Finally! I get to see the new me literally,” Ginger said. “And Ginger had already died three months ago. It’s Lucy Solace now.” “Well, that’s a nice name, Lucy,” Dr Guevarra said while gently removing Ginger’s bandage, and once removed, she handed over a mirror to Ginger.

" My mind was overwhelmed with all sorts of surging emotions. Snippets from the past started to piece together in my mind, and various thoughts filled my head. My intense emotions urged me to get up as soon as I could. Oblivious to the changes within me, Selena braced herself to continue hurting me. All of a sudden, the doorbell rang, taking her aback. She threw the towel aside and opened the door. A smart-looking man stood on the other side of the door. He lifted his identification and said, "Hello, I am Zachary Jenkins, a private rehabilitation therapist. Ms. Riley Gibson's parents appointed me to care for her."

I slid my shrunk broom into my pocket and walked into the base of the organization I worked with before. It was not a normal organization. They call themselves ‘the guardians underworld’. Hypocrite people think they save the work but don’t work for free. They were composed of Vampires, witches, werewolves, and also human hunters. “Is that you, Z?” I turned and saw Tim with his usual bald self and caramel skin. “I want to have a word with the boss.” He looked tensed when I said that. “Where is he?” He pointed to his office, and I went straight there.

Once the fight was over, he would come back and finish them off later. *_*_*_*_* The burn of the wooden bullet buried deep within his chest brought Mason back into consciousness and panic built up within him. His body was frozen and despite his will, he couldn't move a muscle. He could hear the slow and near silent beating of Harley's heart as she laid near him, but he couldn't move to help her. Zander had used a special kind of wooden bullet, and unless he regained the ability to move, he would be powerless to fight in the war. It was the strangest feeling; being paralysed. As a vampire, the freedom to do things that would otherwise be physically impossible was euphoric, and to be restricte

she answered. "But he'll wake up soon, right?" I asked her, and she giggled at me. "Of course! He's a pure-blood vampire, and besides, they could not pull out his heart," Ash confidently answered as she pointed at the most extensive stitch in Daniel's chest. "His heart?" I asked, and she nodded. "Pureblood vampires will only die once their heart has been pulled out of their bodies," Ash explained, making me feel relieved, knowing that Daniel would wake up soon.

He turned and ordered, "Drag her to the outer quarantine zone and tie her to the post. Without my permission, no one is to give her a clean death!" Hearing such a cruel command, and with Madeline's manipulation still hanging over them, not a single squad member stepped forward to object. Two of them hauled me up and dragged me away. Suddenly, roars erupted from all directions. It was worse than anything we had heard before. The zombies that had been pushed back earlier were now swarming in from every side, moving terrifyingly fast. "How do they still have the strength to break in? T-They… They've evolved!" Julian screamed in panic. His voice was shaking uncontrollably.

But none of us could. Because only by being terrified enough could we find the will to keep surviving. After devouring the girl, the zombies still didn’t seem satisfied. They began slamming themselves against the gate, the heavy steel doors rattling violently with every impact. But my gate was built from the same reinforced alloy used in tank armor. It could withstand bullets without a problem, so there was no way I’d worry about zombies breaking through. After all that crashing and clawing, they hadn’t even left a scratch on it.

I survived the most dangerous and chaotic first three months of the zombie virus outbreak. One morning, the roar of helicopter blades came through the bunker's external microphones, followed by a military loudspeaker broadcast. "Attention all survivors. This is the Southwest Rescue Command rescue team. We have established a safe base. Survivors who hear this broadcast, proceed to the designated assembly point..." I stood up, took off my comfortable loungewear, changed into a black tactical gear and put on a stab-resistant vest. I slid two combat knives into my tactical boots and slung a cocked compound crossbow over my back.

My breath trapped itself inside my throat and the hunting knife slipped from my fingers clattering against the metal floor. It was Marcus. The man who had thrown me to the zombies in my past life. He looked pathetic now. His expensive jacket was ripped, his hair was matted with dirt and his eyes were wild with fear. Behind him was his mother, Evelyn. She was clutching Marcus's arm, her mouth open in a wail. "Keep running Mom! Don't look back!" Marcus yelled, his voice cracking as he checked over his shoulder. Behind them three moving shapes sprinted out from the dark alleyways. They weren't the zombies from the first hours of the outbreak. These were mutated, low-tier variants. Their limbs w

Zayn remained silent. The Queen continued to speak, “The invincibilis state is already a breakthrough to nature’s limits upon humanity. There are billions of people in this world but only a few invincibilis fighters. On the other hand, a Level-3 invincibilis fighter is a godlike superhuman. Though they won’t be able to break the laws of physics or fly, the fighter is all-powerful and capable of many other feats. It may be the end of the path, but it is enough.”