Mha Zombies Novels & Stories

Then, she nodded. "Lucas, all main provinces in H Base City house Dark Races. Additionally, each area has a huge number of zombies that are all under the command of an Ancestor Ranked Zombie," said Leona. "Lead me there." Lucas looked at Leona. Then, Leona led Lucas toward the location. … At River Mouth Area. It was the area in H Base City that was home to the most zombies. Not long ago, zombies invaded that area, and lots of citizens turned into zombies. Only the word cruel could perfectly describe the incident.

"These areas were also investigated and it's not good. They found more remains." "Remains?" Lucas raised his scarred eyebrow. "They're mass graves." Alex replied. "We think we have found the missing Blue Mountain pack." Before any of the males could speak again, Ursula burst into the room, her eyes wide. Ordinarily Lucas would have something to say about people barging into a meeting uninvited but when he saw the look of horror on his friend's face, any thoughts of reprimanding the witch went out the window. His first thought was something was wrong with Chloe. He had left her with Ursula after all and yet he couldn't feel anything through the mate bond that he hadn't felt before.

" I was aware of the danger. However, I was also aware that we had no other choices. Mira's hands tightened. Then she nodded after a pause. Shaun let out a breath. "So let's get this over with." We all moved together. Straight toward him, cutting through the zombies. The Crimson Alpha, meanwhile, waited. The Crimson Alpha remained still. He did nothing except observe. We sliced through his zombie army, step by step, reducing the gap between us, and his crimson eyes followed. He was allowing us to approach him. I got a chill from it.

I closed my eyes to try and make the blurry sight go away, 'cause let me tell you, that ain't a pretty sight to see. My vision became normal and my breath steadied itself. I moved my arms and pulled myself up. I grabbed the wall and waited a minute till the dizzy feeling was gone. I looked at my surroundings and saw dark shadows on the walls of high buildings. Creepy dumpsters that looked like there could be found anyone in there, and I don't mean alive. I heard voices from behind me so I hid behind one of those creepy dumpsters, and Jesus, they smelled like death. I made my body small by pulling my knees to my chest and tried to make no sound. The voices came close and I heard loud footstep

I’m not supportive, I’m deadly. Her house is decrepit. The smell hits me on the way up the driveway. This place isn't suitable for human life. Rotted meat wafts from the trash can, and my nose is all wolf picking up subtle musks and gross maggot-covered food items. Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid.

Mia's POV I lock up the door of this old, abandoned house. Running for days because of the zombie outbreak. I find a room with bars on the windows. It looks safe, but then I hear a noise. Zeke stumbles in from the closet. He was bitten last week. His skin is gray and peeling; pus leaks from sores on his arms. He smells of rotten meat and shit. His eyes are milky white. He groans low. I retreat backward, holding my heart because it's pounding. I grab my knife but he's quick.

Chapter 85: Beasts Of The Hunt Deep Woods, Open Forrest, Outskirts... A series of violent snarls filled the open night air as many a humanoid wolf tore through the looming trees to get at the rich scent of blood that had caught their collective attention. The Howler M.C. had stumbled upon a group of outlaws who had taken up in the wilderness and had been having themselves something of a party with a good deal of drugs, and booze before the shift of the time and the onset of the werewolves descending upon their camp. Everywhere snarling teeth and razor-sharp claws had been digging into hot warm flesh and the splattering of crimson slick blood had been glorious as the brutes hunted and feasted

Madeleine Cross -one of the few humans immune to the deadly virus Zion- after an unfortunate turn of events such as the loss of her last remaining parental figure finds herself captured by a BloodHound -a genetically enhanced being, designed to identify and retrieve the last remaining Negatives roaming the Earth. She gets thrown into a sterile room to be subjected to various tests, under the pretence that her blood would be the key to develop an antidote against the deadly virus...But that couldn't be any further than the dark truth.

"So, how soon can we get everyone organized?" "A few days." Elias shrugged. "I'd like to hit Nightshade in waves. We'll attack with the wolves first, and then the witches, and then the vampires will come in." A broad grin spread across his face. "They won't know what hit them." Eve nodded, reaching over and giving Elias's hand a gentle squeeze. "Sounds like a good plan." Elias smiled but casually pulled his hand away. My inner wolf was ready to tear out her throat. We spent the rest of the afternoon planning until it was dinner time.

It was even hard to think what to compare with it, but one thing’s for sure, it was like leading herself to a grave Sierra didn’t even know existed in the first place. Maybe it was still too early to overreact, but she couldn’t help but jump to several disturbing conclusions. Her whole body was numb with the image of a gun in her mind as she processed what she just saw. With her quick thinking, she began to remove every piece of her clothing. Maybe her distraught face would be the last thing he’d notice if he could look elsewhere.