Mr Zombie Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Few weeks later. It was dark at night. Grace, in her zombie form, climbed up on the glass surface of a penthouse straight to the top pest floor. She hanged on with both hands and swung her body back, brought it back on the glass. The glass shattered and she made her way in. She got out of the room she entered into the hallway sneaking through. Bright lights glowing enough to blind came on suddenly. Alarm blared all over the penthouse. She turned round and round in amazement. Some gunned rushed to the hallway down from where she was.

He turned around and tilted his head. "Thank You." Her smile was small but filled with gratitude. "You're welcome and you can call me Azraiel." He watched her nod her head and left the medical wing with the brightest smile on his face. Alone in the room, Charlotte moved on the bed a little to lift the books he had left. She put them on the unoccupied space on the bed and lifted the first one to read the title. A small smile crept on her face as she read the title. "Basics of the Werewolf World" was a fifty-page introduction book for children at the Orchid Primary School at the Blue Orchid Pack. She leaned back and started reading about the new world she was going to be in for the rest of her

When Nevi heard me stir, he put the papers he’d been reading down and came to my side. “How are you feeling?” he asked with genuine concern. “I…” My hand flew to the bandage on my throat as the memory of my nightmare encounter flooded back to me. “Oh my god! I was bitten by a crazy woman. I think she was a…a vampire!” I turned to Nevi and looked at him as if I was seeing him for the first time. “You…she said she was…she was…” “I know,” he said gently as he took my hand in his. Once again, I noted the coolness of his flesh.

She didn't say anything else after that. Joyce curled up in my arms as Mom and I grabbed our guns and headed to the second floor to shoot the unwelcome visitors down. Meanwhile, Emmett guarded the door on the first floor. The gate fell open with a loud crash, and chaotic footsteps stormed into the yard. It didn't take long for someone to step on the nails scattered all over the place. They howled in pain. The noise attracted the roaming zombies, who flooded in and surrounded the group. Several seconds later, all that was left was the sound of the zombies groaning and blood on the ground.

ZARA **Warning episode containing memories about abuse and rape.** We had been running the whole day after we early left Alpha Chase's pack. Grandpa wanted to put as much distance between the Alpha and us. When it gets dark, grandpa finds a safe place to sleep for the night. He found a small cave hidden behind a waterfall that ran into a small lake.

Sensual Content Ahead. 🔞 This Book may be triggering for some. It is packed with Loads of erotic content, BDSM languages and Matured content I suggest that you stay off this book if younger than 21. Chapter 1. “Your last illness was caused by a mental condition. I’m sorry, Miss Jasmine, but I’m afraid you have a brain tumor. It must be operated on before it worsens and affects your thinking.” A tumor. In her brain. It felt like a death sentence wrapped in sterile sympathy.

Before I even have the chance to move I feel a sharp pain across my head and watch as everything suddenly goes dark. [TRIGGER WARNING: This following chapter depicts mild moments of SA. This may be disturbing or triggering for some readers, for those people, please proceed to chapter 60. To those who choose to read on, please proceed with caution]

Zara didn’t argue. She fell asleep between them. Lights on. Marcus’s gun on the nightstand. Damian’s hand resting near hers, not touching. Outside, across the street, Obasi lowered his binoculars. And smiled. END OF CHAPTER 8

He stared at his empty palm, muttering, "What's going on? Where's my power? Isn't the spatial power already mine?" A second later, I activated my spatial power and sucked all the zombies around me into an unknown space. Chris couldn't even last until rescue arrived. The zombies bit off his limbs. Blood gushed from his body. The other contestants scattered in fear. When the competition ended, I was the only one who remained unscathed. No one could accuse me of having no superpower anymore.

I sat on the bed, a hollow shell of myself staring at the floor. My head ached as the vivid images of the past scratched through my mind. The blood, the cold look, the crooked laughter. This was the Mafia, though. I knew this was happening. I just didn’t expect to be thrown into it like this, without warning. There was a tiny part of me that had remained ignorant to the goings on because I didn’t think it affected me. Clearly I was wrong. My body fell back against the bed while I stared blankly at the ceiling. Exhausted and drained, I somehow found the energy to search through the events of today, to decipher the reason that I had gone there.