Invincible Zombies Novels & Stories

"It's a selection mechanism. 99.9% of humans who get infected turn into zombies, but there's that 0.1% of humans who, due to their genetics, constitution, will force, or some other unknown factor, trigger an evolution within them." She walked back to my bed. "You're part of that 0.1%. The perfect evolved specimen." Perfect evolved specimen? The words exploded in my ears. "What do you mean?" I asked. "It means that you're now completely immune to the zombie virus. Your cells have undergone an adaptive evolution, making the virus ineffective against you. Your physical condition, including strength, speed, reflexes, recovery… All of those have reached the theoretical upper limit of humans." She

The result was the same as if a mountain had been detonated, where the rocks were flung in every direction. These zombies were immune to ordinary physical harm. They appeared to be fine even though the monster ended up slashing open their chests. Once again, they rushed up to the monster. In the meantime, Dark Shura and Sachin experienced the same thing. They may not be able to defeat this monster in a short time, but they could stall it for as long as they could. Thus, they were invincible for now. Seeing that the priestess was about to burn all of his blood moths to ashes, Gargamel was in such a panic that he jumped about like a monkey. He could care less about everything else right now as

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.

Gerard frowned and asked, "Is he that powerful?" "It's an exclusive secret technique. It has to be powerful," someone explained. Zeke knew a secret technique that allowed him to summon zombies and corpses for combat. Countless deceased individuals had been buried over the centuries, so Zeke basically had unlimited corpses at his disposal. It was indeed a formidable spell. The corpses had no souls and felt no pain, so they fought fearlessly. Ordinary cultivators did not stand a chance. Only a Sanctuary level cultivator like Chester could fight back. Chester saw how powerful the zombie was, so he shouted and unleashed a torrent of spiritual energy instantly. The tiger-head spear ignited with s

According to Albert, Zombie lost her way and accidentally entered the enemy den. There, a fierce fight occurred. Vampire that was closer to her helped her. This led to injuries they sustained. M and the two falcons interfered after some time and successfully brought back the heavily injured Zombie. Vampire’s injury occurred in the middle of the escape. M deployed his own subordinates for distraction and escaped with Vampire. Unlike the animals in the other two worlds, the animals residing in The Unknown could grow to a certain extent according to their own will.

Havermouth, The Present There were no triggers that could be determined from outside, and so they moved to the external doors, weapons held ready, whilst the bomb experts forced the frosted glass doors open. The zombie burst out of the opening. A Van Helsing, his body covered in third degree burns, with bandages just clinging in places, and IV lines dangling from the needles in his veins, he let out a horrible, inhuman, screech.

Her fingers flicked upward, and a ring of arcane symbols spun to life beneath her boots, faint blue like moonlight through ice. Three zombies breached the threshold at once, tossing aside the barricade that we’d sweated our butts off to push into place earlier. It was surreal enough (zombies in real life and not on a movie screen) but the ease with which they moved that barricade displayed a baffling amount of strength. The zombies weren’t built like linebackers, far from it. They were the ribs-sticking-out figures from old black and white news clips of the Holocaust concentration camps. They shouldn’t be strong at all. But then, they were dead and shouldn’t be moving at all, so there was th

He stared at his empty palm, muttering, "What's going on? Where's my power? Isn't the spatial power already mine?" A second later, I activated my spatial power and sucked all the zombies around me into an unknown space. Chris couldn't even last until rescue arrived. The zombies bit off his limbs. Blood gushed from his body. The other contestants scattered in fear. When the competition ended, I was the only one who remained unscathed. No one could accuse me of having no superpower anymore.

“We don't lock anyone up in this bunker.” I frowned. Mr. Alvaro's gaze turned toward a short young man whose face was very similar to Dylan O'Brien's. The young man grinned nervously. “Sorry, Uncle, I thought Uncle took the woman into custody. The problem is she is a vampire, so I thought—” “Right, you thought!” Mr. Alvaro barked. The people inside the bunker laughed. “And David, why do you have to believe Arga's words? You—!”

Streams of white light energy hit them and sent them and the bodies they possessed down into the abyss. I moved my hand, aimed at zombies, and sent them to the darkness of the Underworld. A zombie in the form of a naked shifter had cracked the back of a screaming Neratomay Elder, and I shot it, sending the both of them into the abyss. Paul was punching a zombie that had entered the body of a Were-bear, its mouth the size of an alligator. Though Paul knocked the bear off balance, the bear wasn't stunned. I aimed my power at the bear's cavernous mouth seconds before it would have locked onto Paul's face. I returned that abomination to the Underworld. "Paul, you can't fight them!" I yelled. "St