Invincible Zombies Novels & Stories

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.”

June shoved aside the cabinet blocking the checkout counter and pulled them into the narrow space behind it, guiding them out one by one. Once all three were out, she turned immediately, leading them after Hayley. Zombies poured in from every direction, flooding the streets and shops until everything was packed with them. Zach suddenly realized something: every single zombie was being held back by an invisible barrier. They lunged forward with twisted faces, jaws stretched wide. Their bloody mouths gaped open like bottomless pits, ready to tear out their throats, rip into muscle, split open their stomachs, and drag out their insides.

The shelter’s main gate collapsed, and a tide of zombies poured inside, roaring and screeching. “Honey, this one’s on you.” I hid behind her and pointed at the incoming swarm. Ruth raised her hand without a trace of emotion. As a deep, dull hum filled the air, the dozen zombies charging in front exploded instantly into clouds of blood mist. Flesh and blood splattered across the walls. The zombies behind them hadn’t even had time to react before a horrifying force crushed them flat into pulp. This was the S-class ability—gravity manipulation. It was the ultimate wipe-out skill.

“Jordan is that way. Rave, cut us a path.” Rave, Ulric and Halee sped forward, joining their two comrades in battling the zombies. So fierce and quick was the volkaane attack that they opened a gash twenty feet wide in the zombie ranks. No longer fettered by the need to avoid the bands of black magic, Dominic, Leesa and Cali ran into the gap. Zombies fell in behind them. The humans were now surrounded by hungry zombies.

They are dangerous. If ever Dr. Jhero orders them to attack us, to kill us, or to eat us alive, they wouldn't hesitate to do it. They've gone out of their mind and lost control over their body. And I just notice it now, their eye color changes too. Those who were turned into zombies, none of them have their original eye color. Because their irises were now blue, like those blue that you see on computer screens.

I soon found myself to begin shaking as well, grip tightening on the pillow. Every pet knows that this time would come for them, but even that can't compare for when it actually happens. Even though I knew that Nico was trying to fight it, he and I both knew that he couldn't fight it forever. Those kinds of predatory instincts run through him like his own blood, only allowing him to fight it for so long until it consumes him. He knew that once it did, he wouldn't have much control over what would happen next. It was the instincts that kept vampires alive no matter what once their species first began to grow.

he remembered how Mayor Mount had ensured that he was untraceable after the incident at the elite school, and when he discovered that that the vaccine he invented turned Grace into the zombie fighter. "What I learnt is that he is trying to poison the minds of all the inhabitants of this city. He said they would have no choice, the same way the men working for him have no choice" Grace must have tried to piece that together because there was no way he would have told her that. "Dr. Jake was right. He said those who took it would become worst than slaves to the one whose DNA is ingrained in it" Raymond put both his hands on his head. Danger was looming on Newland, no one would be safe. The Dev

Melissa backs away, cradling her injured arm, and I shove the knife hilt-deep into the zombie's head. He stops struggling and goes still. I drop him to the ground and back away, trying not to gag. I've killed zombies before, recently too, but never like this. Not with someone I know lying injured and infected nearby. She's looking at me with a mixture of horror, pain, and understanding. She knows that she's infected, and she knows what has to come next, but she won't accept it.