Marvel Zombies Black White And Blood Novels & Stories

Empty like a shell. I felt like my inside was being ripped out. They weren't nice. They weren't playing mean. They were simply being a monster. They didn't think twice to let me fall off the edge. They didn't help me when I screamed to be saved. They didn't give me the one thing I wanted, mercy. I only wanted mercy. He began by my heart. Slowly and painfully he ripped it out. His hands were claws with sharp nails growing on them. His eyes were insanely black. Not one spot you could see yourself in. They were like stone. Sharp. Hard. Cold. And Lifeless.

The blood splatter and is sucked into the black vortex that concise millions of the heinous creature. The black vortex continues on its way toward the remaining rebels and none can stop them, some of the rebel experts tried to put up the insignificant resistance but was to no avail. Their useless and pointless struggle cannot even buy them time for even a little bit. Their body has been torn apart, their flesh got torn out of their bone, their blood sucked dried even their bone become nothing but a pile of white dust that got scattered to the wind.

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 can't still believe I have formed a blood pact with a demon. Suddenly, my heart pumped wildly then I just saw in my mind my red-colored grace of the Cancer and his black curse joining as one. After these two orbs united, creating a black-crimson orb, a new sign was inscribed inside it. It was a sign that symbolizes a fox and a crab. “Now, let's get going. This is the birth of the Black Zodiac,” Mammon said then the Infinite Prison broke apart into pieces.

She looked like a monster herself. The banging faded as they rested. A painful stillness lingered in the room. Brie let herself dwell as the puddle of blood got bigger and bigger. It dripped, splashing onto the ground, and wobbling into its puddle of safety. "Adam?" Melissa croaked. Brie zoned back into reality and looked up to see him. He was as pale as a ghost, unmoving. A second passed before she noticed the pool of blood was still growing. It was odd.

The one used in creating the zombies. He shone his eyes in terror immediately. "An X-blood is here. Master must hear of this!" He picked the maggot and a smile curled around his lips.

“I found the horde. I think it’s worth asking them for help.” “Say what?” Jasper incredulously exclaimed. “Ask the zombies for help?” “Why not?” Ben asked. “You said yourself that it was the zombie venom that killed the vampires. Thanks to you, they’re immune to the werewolf bite and the wolves haven’t got their powers enhanced enough to go into a den full of vampires. The zombies are our surest bet.” Jasper chose to ignore the dig about the fact that the vampires were immune to the werewolf bite because of him. It was a fact, but it didn’t mean that Ben needed to rub it in. Even so, it wasn’t the time for conflict over ego and hurt feelings.

It was the type of pain where even your gums and bones screamed in agony, your whole body rejecting its existence in this world. I cried into the pillow, feeling blood flowing out of my stomach and back, soaking the mattress. How much blood did werewolves have? I knew humans could bleed to death. Could werewolves too? When Alex came, would he do worse? I didn’t think I could handle it. I was now begging God to let me bleed to death. For Alex to treat me like this crazy bitch just had would destroy me.

Gracefully, her slender fingers flicked. Whoosh! The white lotus shot ahead like a comet at the Zombie, spinning non-stop like a dazzling kaleidoscope. It hit the monster and more white light erupted like an avalanche, blotting out every speck of darkness around them while rocking the ground under everyone's feet. The Zombie let loose another caterwauling bawl as it crashed to the ground with its chest caved in slightly and green ichor trickling from its wounds. "Despicable humans! How dare you injure me!?" roared the Zombie with rage while the wounds on its chest healed quickly.

“Sorry to interrupt, Alpha King. I thought the black virus could only affect a werewolf.” “We have one in common. That’s why it affects us too. How do you know about it?” “We call it black virus because of the nature of the infected. It bleeds black blood after all the veins turn black and burst. The last time I heard, at least eight werewolves are dead in Portland.” “So what do you want from me, Dylan? You finally found each other.” Zarah looked at Nirvana. “I know Dylan. You can trust him.” “So far, he’s proving himself to be useful.”