Marvel Zombieverse Novels & Stories

Skin broke out in strange rashes that turned into open burns. Plants twisted. Animals died or mutated. Bodies swept into floods started rising again, wrong and hungry, and that was only the beginning of the zombies. Vera and her brother survived, and for a short while, she had almost been grateful because his attention shifted from her to food, shelter, and finding a way out. Survival gave her a little space from him. Then his powers awakened, and everything changed again.

"Dr. Cloude, two more wanderers have been discovered in Zone B7." I raised an eyebrow. "The same pair as before?" "Yes," he replied in a hushed tone. "The man is partially blind. The woman is completely zombified but still conscious. She's restrained." For the past year, Hans and Winnie had wandered like ghosts around the perimeter of various safe zones. The side effects of the first-generation vaccine had turned Winnie into a conscious zombie, while Hans stubbornly took her everywhere seeking medical help. "Should we expel them?"

Keysha is very sure that Marvel might have remembered it, even if little by little. "Yeah, you're the woman in the strawberry garden, right?" replied Marvel. Hearing Marvel's answer, Keysha sighed. Evidently, Marvel didn't remember who Keysha was; he only remembered the last time they met before he fainted. After seeing Marvel's condition, the Doctor spoke to both of Marvel's parents. The Doctor had carried out further examinations, and the result was that Marvel had a concussion, which made him lose his memory. This could be temporary or permanent. The doctor advised Marverl not to be forced to remember because that would actually be fatal to his brain function; the brain would be forced to

One month after… … Marcus died due to the Pandemic that swept the world. ♦ ♦ ♦ "Raise your head and look at me" Zark demanded, before him, was an illusory reflection of his old self. Marcel was reflecting the same ideals as his. Marcel's gaze lifted from his position on the ground and he looked directly at Zark, which he saw petrified. Pale skin like a corpse, empty eyes submerged in a perpetual darkness in which he had a single purple point, a black ring which radiated the purest of light was on his head.

He yanked the zombie towards himself, and the zombie followed as if it was a doll. Right as the zombie tipped over towards Wilbur, he whispered, "Thunder cleaver." The next second, a lightning strike shot out of Wilbur's fist with a brilliant blue light piercing through the zombie's body. After searching through it with his Iris Veritas, Wilbur realized that the zombie's endless source of spiritual energy actually came from that special Bloody Amulet inside it. The amulet had exploded under the attack of the thunder cleaver, and the zombie stopped moving for good.

She watched as the zombies pulled out her ruined kidney and swallowed it in one bite. In the end, she got exactly what she wanted and died in that penthouse. The penthouse was covered in a sea of blood. I sat in front of the control panel in the underground bunker and looked at the mangled remains scattered across the screen. Then, I calmly reached out to shut off the screen. More than a dozen screens went black at the same time. As they went dark, all that hatred and betrayal were swallowed by the end of the world. I survived the most dangerous and chaotic first three months of the zombie virus outbreak.

"Hazel, you know that you have an injured leg. Just wait for us back at the base. Don't worry. I'll take good care of your dad for you." Curtis stood at the farthest back of the team. He looked like he wanted to say something, but thought better of it and kept his mouth shut. The wave of zombies was a lot worse than expected. The sea of rotten green zombies easily crossed the first level of defense like it was nothing. Curtis' blade was starting to get dull, and the wound on his shoulder wouldn't stop bleeding profusely. He suddenly saw that Dad was being cornered off a cliff by three zombies, and the ground was crumbling beneath his feet. Meanwhile, Archer was also surrounded by another gro

My breath trapped itself inside my throat and the hunting knife slipped from my fingers clattering against the metal floor. It was Marcus. The man who had thrown me to the zombies in my past life. He looked pathetic now. His expensive jacket was ripped, his hair was matted with dirt and his eyes were wild with fear. Behind him was his mother, Evelyn. She was clutching Marcus's arm, her mouth open in a wail. "Keep running Mom! Don't look back!" Marcus yelled, his voice cracking as he checked over his shoulder. Behind them three moving shapes sprinted out from the dark alleyways. They weren't the zombies from the first hours of the outbreak. These were mutated, low-tier variants. Their limbs w

The vice principal zombie thrashed inside the soaking deluge, then suddenly bolted like a fish slipping from a net. "It's also speed…" Marvin began. Steel flashed again. Both of its legs were severed mid-dash. Marvin swallowed hard. The zombie was speed-enhanced, but so was Hayley. And she was at a higher level. She had reduced the zombie to nothing but a torso and rage. Now, she moved in for the finish. She stepped forward and brought the blade down toward the other side of its neck. Her strength wasn't just greater than the zombie's, it dwarfed it.

“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.