Lalat Zombie Novels & Stories

Lucas and my brothers were like madmen, digging ceaselessly in the scorching rubble without sleep or rest. Their hands were burned and torn, fingernails ripped back, dripping with blood, yet they seemed to feel no pain. "Ella... where are you..." Lucas's voice was so hoarse it was unrecognizable. He moved every stone, scooped up every inch of ash to examine it closely. But there was nothing. Not even a trace of my scent remained. By the morning of the fourth day, several highly respected Elders of the pack couldn't watch anymore and came to the ruins.

The voice grew louder, scarier. "The groom is dead!! The groom is dead!!"

The sight…takes my breath away with horror and awe. Laila, magnificent in long starry robes, her crescent moon ablaze on her forehead, standing above Death’s crouched form. He shudders and screams, a fine silver blade standing tall from his back, as grotesque as it is beautiful. Orion and Beatrice – and everyone else – stand stock-still, staring, watching as Laila pants and the God of Death does everything he can to hold on to his life. As one, Anton and I push to our feet, starting for the platform. Laila flashes her eyes up to me, terrified as she takes a step back –

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.”

No will. Only heartbreak. I see Lucian raise the gun. Cold steel gleams under the full moon. My breath catches, frozen. “For the crime of attempting to kill the Luna, you, Nara Starlit, of the Starlit pack…” His voice is flat, dead of emotion. “…are condemned to death.” The crowd watches, silent and hungry, eyes gleaming with righteous fire. No one speaks for me. No one defends me. I was never one of them. Not truly. Not golden-haired. Not chosen.

I hope the werewolf council comes soon. *End of flashback*

Jasper’s POV I had never seen a dead body. The body of the girl my best friend, Keller, and I found under a bridge was Lanie. She was a sigma werewolf and a hardcore addict, not like the party girls we meet at the clubs. Keller is a werewolf. We’ve been friends since grade school and I just found out he is a werewolf a couple of months ago. He tells me most of the sigmas he has ever met are addicts or prostitutes. Except for his girlfriend, Zara. She’s a sigma, but doesn’t even drink.

Working through this, the list of names was displayed right there, and I clicked on her name at once, and a gasp left my lips. I was looking at secrets that have been hiding, a picture image of Georgette with a knife as blood gushes out from it made me tremble a little. Thinking that was the worst, I clicked on the next screen and almost felt myself dropping dead from the shock that was looking right at me. She was in some gang? A group that kills people? What the heck is happening right here? There was no need to deny that because right here is the truth about who she was and that shocked me so much.

Natalia urged, her voice filled with urgency as she guided me through the maze of corridors. With a small procession of some ladies at our side, we hurried along, the flickering torches casting dancing shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and the distant sounds of battle, but I pushed my fear aside and focused all my energy on reaching safety. As we reached a hidden passage that led to the catacombs beneath the house, a group of transformed Lycans suddenly appeared in front of us, their weapons drawn. "Stand back!" one of the ladies yelled meeting their ferocious gaze with a hardened glare.

without a second thought I stake the vampire that was on top of Bella in the heart, the three of us stand watching how the man went up a flame. “ hmm well, that's one way to do it” Bella whispered and I couldn't agree more. Before we could do anything a panic Roy came running inside the room “ Alpha London has Luna!” he yelled and not waiting for us, he went right back out, I was still trying to understand what he said because I thought I had killed Alpha London. How could he be alive? I asked myself before making myself walk outside the house to find that indeed the f/cker was still alive with a scar under his neck, how in the hell did he survive that? did my wolf claws didn't go deep enoug