Kabane Zombies Novels & Stories

The room seemed to forget how to breathe. Every eye followed Ethan’s outstretched finger to the amber icon pulsing quietly on the map display. For a moment, nobody dared to move, suspended in that terrible, weightless second before a storm breaks. No flashing alarms wailed from the ceiling speakers. No dramatic red warning sirens painted the glass walls in strobe-light panic. Just a single distribution hub—stashed away in the southern grid—beginning to carry a weight it had never been engineered to bear. It took on the load quietly, almost politely, as if the regional facility hadn't yet realized that the incoming tonnage was about to crush its structural integrity.

Kevin Keane had been watching me from the side, and a flicker of amusement crossed his eyes at the sight. A crackling ball of lightning quietly formed in his palm. Without a word, he stepped forward and pressed it against the zombie’s forehead. BZZZT! GURGLE! The ball of lightning instantly enveloped the zombie’s entire head, sending up puffs of black smoke. Accompanied by a piercing sizzling sound, the zombie’s roars grew weaker and weaker. In moments, its head and hands drooped lifelessly, and it went completely still. The corner of his mouth curved up. "Little boss, leave the dirty work to me."

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

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

He said, "You wanted to see my Domain, right? Have a taste of my Zombie Gate Domain." Zeke used his secret technique to unleash his Zombie Gate Domain. He summoned endless corpses for the battle. The corpses were like an army with apparent rankings. They were very menacing and ferocious. It seemed impossible to defeat the undead army. Moreover, there were more growls coming from inside the gate with an endless supply of zombies. The cultivators of Kardon Province were terrified. They had no idea how Wilbur could fight back, so they felt uneasy. They would be in trouble if the undead army got out of control.

He crowed, clapping his hands to catch and crush the embers "oh, such joy to sense that again! I remember the fear and woe of those damned souls, how they wept and pleaded! The trembling of the slaves was almost as blissful as they cowered in my shadow!" "Yeah, but what's the plan?" Kyle interjected, the sight making him feel sick "I mean, I can smell those things, even with all this and I still can't understand why we're heading to them. From all the movies I've seen, zombies aren't very useful unless you want to get your innards ripped out." "Quite so," Babi replied "but they would not dare touch me! You they might be interested in but you'll be safe enough if you don't stray. And they are

“Can you tell if anyone is walking the wall? Look for shadows.” “Damn, you’re good,” Pete mused as he did as he was asked. For someone who had never been to war, she was impressively survival savvy. Shaking his head, he said, “I don’t see any. Do you?” Kendra replied with a vigorous shake of her head. “Let’s make a run for it before more zombies show up.”

I can't hear or see anything but the zombies, and I want to help, but I don't know what to do. Tobe screams and I whirl, looking for danger. A zombie's shuffling out of the wheat field behind us. She's been infected for a long time; her skin is soft and mushy looking, and there are several bleeding and oozing pustules all over her mostly naked body. She's almost bald, and one of her eyes is missing.

Something that could wipe humanity off the map. “The ones who survive… are becoming… something else,” I murmured under my breath, barely able to believe it. “Zombies,” I whispered. The word hung in the air. Rebecca shuddered. “I can’t believe it. It’s happening so fast. What do we do?” “We study it,” I said firmly, more to myself than to her. “I need to get to the bottom of this. We need samples, data, whatever we can get our hands on.”

one muttered. Inside the campus, the scene was eerily familiar. Broken glass littered the ground, papers fluttered in the breeze, and the faint stench of decay clung to the air. The first wave of zombies appeared almost immediately, their guttural groans cutting through the silence. Luke and Bayo didn’t hesitate. Bayo wielded a makeshift weapon—a sturdy metal pipe he had found earlier—and swung it with precision. Each strike connected with a sickening crunch, sending the undead to the ground.