Lalat Zombie Novels & Stories

"I did after Noel was born. Neither of my other children is in-betweens. Zanny is hybrid, vampire/werewolf and Oliver is a werewolf. Noel is just like Sarin and me." "Zanny and Oliver? They are with Fallon then." "Yes, Fallon is my mate as Blair-Boo." "Not your reincarnated Belladonna?" "Right. Take a left and you'll see a field. Stop because it's on a cliff." Soon we had stopped on the edge of the cliff, "Are those elk?"

an earthy smell. I opened my eyes… what was in front of me made me scream in surprise. My concentration was cut off and I saw Charlie's face, who was also tense. "What's wrong Laila?" Charlie with wide eyes asked me what I saw just now. I did see something terrible in front of my eyes, then I screamed and maybe at that time my concentration was interrupted, so I could not see the sight again. “I saw through Blaze's body… he was in a dense forest… I don't know where what is clear … in front of him are dozens of humans with severed necks.

I turned away before either of them could say another word. Behind me, I heard him shouting my name. "Lilith!" "Lilith!" I kept walking. For once in my life... His voice no longer had any power over me. The deepest section of the dungeon was where prisoners who are condemned to execution where kept. That was where Cole and Ria were imprisoned. The moment they noticed me... Their expressions darkened. Ria stepped toward the bars. "So, the great Luna has come to gloat." I smiled calmly. "No."

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 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 –

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.

Well, it didn't matter, because it was to my advantage. Day was breaking. I was nearing a crossroad. I left my scent on both roads just as dad taught me, hoping it would throw them off for a while. Then I hid. They slowed at the crossroad and started wondering which way I went. I could hear anger voices but I also heard something else; wheels. It sounded like a carriage and turned and started towards it. The vehicle soon began to come in view. There was a crest on it; the crest of the Lycan kingdom of Blood Moon

Screams tore through the B2 level. Martha and I bolted for the stairs. Marcus stumbled behind. The smell of blood hit us like a wall. In the makeshift chapel, Sister Catherine was on her knees before the cross. A bloody hole gaped in her neck. A zombie was hunched over her, greedily tearing at her flesh. It had crawled in through an air vent. “Oh God…” Marcus retched. I grabbed a nearby iron chalice and slammed it into the zombie’s head.

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

He was stronger, faster, and sharper than he had ever been. As he entered a long corridor, a faint noise behind him caught his attention—a rasping breath and the scrape of claws on the floor. He turned sharply, his eyes narrowing. A lone zombie emerged from the shadows, its head tilting unnaturally as it locked onto him. Its milky eyes gleamed with a hunger that made Luke’s stomach twist, but he didn’t back away.