Mr Zombie Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I sat on my bed and leaned on the headboard before taking a deep breath. I wasn’t being delusional. I saw it, I saw that his eyes turned red for a second. I just shook my head and tried to get it out of my head. I got the book that I borrowed from the library. I remembered that this book was from Zion, the one he said I’ll like. The main character was a female vampire who had just gotten off of her transition. I’ve read some pages and I stopped when I realized something. Some of the information was familiar to me. I went back to the other pages to read it again.

The darkness of the surrounding forest seemed to close in on us as he led me deeper into the unknown, our footsteps crunching in the undergrowth as we pressed forward. We stopped abruptly when we saw a woman standing in front of a raging fire, her back turned to us and another woman, who sat beside Alice close to the fire. The woman was chanting in a language I couldn't understand. My heart skipped a beat when I recognized her as Alice, and the other woman, my mother, her hair wild and unkempt in the firelight. I couldn't see her face. Alice raised a bloody organ, a heart, which I guessed was from the monster Ryan had talked about, in one hand and a knife in the other.

Chapter 2: Awakening in the Den My eyes fluttered open to a world that felt wrong, like I'd stumbled into a dream I couldn't wake from. The air was thick and earthy, smelling of damp stone and smoke from flickering torches. I was lying on a rough bed of furs, my body aching from the chase through the woods. Every muscle screamed, but it was the heat inside me that scared me most—a slow burn starting low in my belly, spreading like wildfire. What the hell had happened? One minute I was hiking alone, trying to outrun my shitty city job and the emptiness it left, the next I was running from... wolves? No, not wolves. Men who turned into wolves. And that guy—Thorne—he'd saved me, but his eyes, t

The world should end on a Monday. There’s something honest about that. Brutal, yes, but clean. A Monday already has the emotional texture of damp socks and unpaid bills, so adding zombies feels less like a cosmic betrayal and more like management escalating a complaint. Unfortunately, the world chooses Thursday at 6:17 p.m., while Maya Rodriguez is standing barefoot in her kitchen, trying to decide whether expired sour cream is a negotiable concept. “It smells fine,” Dex says from behind her.

He could understand the zombie and vampire creation, but what about the water mushrooms? “I’ll choose option C.” The system registered his answer, and a new scene appeared before him. (Mandy wandered for a long time and was hated by all the animals who used to love her. She found her father’s grave near the cottage that had fallen into ruins. When she tried to find the man who resurrected her, he would disappear. Eventually, Mandy spent the rest of her lonely days playing her lute to mushrooms that slowly became monsters, haunting the forest, lake and cave. The mushrooms drove the mysterious man from his cave, turning him homeless. Exasperated, the man went to find Mandy, but the maiden hole

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.

CLANG CLANG CLANG. It was on all fours, its mouth split open to its ears, revealing a maw full of vicious fangs dripping with blackish-red saliva. Its glowing eyes were locked onto Rex! "It’s a First Rank Gold Element! It smells you!" My heart couldn’t help but pound wildly. Other than Evan Olson, everyone present was only at the initial rank. We had planned to distribute and absorb today’s Crystal Cores after getting home, but we never expected a zombie to come knocking. The words had barely left my mouth when the zombie got to its feet. It placed a hand on the glass door’s lock, melted it, and then pushed off with its back legs, lunging at Rex at extreme speed.

This chapter contains extremely dark and disturbing content, including forced abortion/miscarriage, psychological and physical torture, graphic violence, and non-consensual elements. Reader discretion is strongly advised. This is a dark MC romance and explores heavy, traumatic themes. If you are sensitive to pregnancy loss, forced medical violation, or intense emotional trauma, please proceed with caution or skip this chapter. This scene is pivotal to Hazel’s character arc and the story’s themes of revenge, resilience, and transformation. It is not written for shock value alone. Please take care of yourself. If this is a trigger for you, feel free to skip ahead.

She couldn't afford to lose this fight, but the monsters were too many. She was tossed against a rough, sketchy wall, her head slamming onto its jagged surface before her body fell to the ground. She heard the slam of a door behind her, sealing her in a prison of despair. With no food, no water, and new ideas of how truly demonic beings could appear, she felt the self-righteous call of her power itching at her fingertips. She tasted blood, and in the next moment—nothing. . Zoe's P.O.V

it said suddenly, very flatly, "I'll never betray my kind. The race of Zombies will remember this and my kind will hunt you down and kill you themselves." "Bold. I like it," said Chu Xun coldly. He opened a hand and purplish flames erupted in the center of his palm and everyone could feel the temperature of the surrounding rising palpably. Chu Xun flicked and shot two little wisps of purplish flames at the monster's mangled leg. Sizzle! Black smoke began to rise as flames engulfed the monster's leg, leaving nothing remaining – not even its bones. "ARRGGGHHH!" the monster shrieked with harrowing pain.