Novel Zombie Novels & Stories

Xia grip on the zombie neck tightened, her twinkling phoenix eyes as if it had stars in them as she slowly approached the zombie ears, she says, “I forgot to tell you. I am immune to zombie virus” she muttered so sweetly but her words were still regarded as if every word she uttered was covered with thorns, it sent goose bumps to his greyish skin and sent chills to his infected cell for the last time, before he felt his body exploding.

Time enough for the human race to trick itself into thinking they still had ‘control’. But things slipped through. Textbook. The preliminary bite had been to her husband’s neck, the aim being to bring him down. If she didn’t act quickly, the zombie would use its calcified fingernails to slit open his arms and legs, gaining access to the goodies underneath. Alternatively, it would roll him over and rip out his spine. The spines, said the voice over, are their favorites. Emily gagged. That this could be happening in quiet Charleston struck her as impossible—let alone to them. This kind of thing happened to those who let their guards down, people who had grown complacent.

Streams of white light energy hit them and sent them and the bodies they possessed down into the abyss. I moved my hand, aimed at zombies, and sent them to the darkness of the Underworld. A zombie in the form of a naked shifter had cracked the back of a screaming Neratomay Elder, and I shot it, sending the both of them into the abyss. Paul was punching a zombie that had entered the body of a Were-bear, its mouth the size of an alligator. Though Paul knocked the bear off balance, the bear wasn't stunned. I aimed my power at the bear's cavernous mouth seconds before it would have locked onto Paul's face. I returned that abomination to the Underworld.

Zeke said and glanced left and right at the bar, looking for the bartender. "The Mummy, Creature from the Black Lagoon, the Thing…" If you think about it, a zombie isn't very original. It's like a mix between a vampire and Frankenstein's Monster—undead and butt-ugly. By the way, why do you think zombies like eating human brains?" "Because brains taste delicious." "Really? Have you tasted brains before?" "Course not. I'm not a zombie." "You are sometimes, my friend. It's like you don't have feelings at all. You're numb and indifferent about most things that happen in the Colony."

Diana said, "Absolutely right it is. It's like a shady young adult novel. I'm amazed the scientist doesn't have an unkempt, raggedy mustache to twist with his fingertips while he mocks us." Peter, Ricky, and I all burst out laughing. I've read a large number of young adult fiction over the seasons, and it does seem like a comparable example at the moment. A bunch of young people joined together to withstand the zombie outbreak as well as the collapse of civilization, despite the fact that most of us were exactly the sort of individuals who would be the ones to die first if it occurred in real life. Furthermore, there seems to be no lack of relationships that were comparatively easier off not

"Wow that is good, can I take a look at the the novel you're reading please?" Lucas gave Mrs. Collins the novel, she was surprised to see that it all about zombies, and Lucas looks too young to be reading such a novel. Mrs. Collins asked Lucas maybe she can go home with that novel and gave Jackson to return it to him after she finished reading it? Lucas smiled and said no problem. Mrs. Collins left and drive to work when she got to the clinic after settling down in her office she picked up the novel and was about to read it when one of her colleagues walked in Mr. Thomas. Mrs. Collins was about to get mad at him for not knocking before banging into her office but Mr. Thomas, cut into her wor

I stared at him in even more confusion and blinked my eyes rapidly trying to grasp what he just said when my head start to hurt, the pain started small and it advanced and before I knew it all I could see was black. I was awake again, only this time my head doesn't hurt that much anymore and I remember who I am but I'm not in the same place I was before I blacked out. What is this place? There's blood everywhere, the smell is driving me crazy, I have to leave before I kill someone. I tried to stand up but my legs felt like jelly. I regained my balance and tried to find my way out of this strange place before I turn full vamp. As I went farther away the smell of blood reduced and my urges les

A very pretty red axe the type love used to dicapitate Nathalie with in You. I wrapped my hands around it and it wasn't heavy at all. I silently approached the counter then I heard a gargling sound. A zombie. Lena gasped as the zombie stood up and began to reach for me. The zombie was dressed in a chef suit and he looked really buff well this is a big one.

Usually, my cousin spoke in icy tones and sentences that were unpleasant to hear. “They're coming,” Alpha Rey said with a wolfish growl that made me focus forward. My pupils narrowed suddenly as I witnessed a terrifying scene. The ground began to shake. Slowly, in shattered and lurid clothing, zombies emerged from the ground. They rose from their graves, one after another. Their decaying skin looked ghastly as they reached for fresh air after sleeping on the ground for so long. A sense of horror and fear crept up on me as I realized that the enemy this time wasn't werewolves, but a pack of bloodthirsty zombies.

The doors to the function room burst open with zombies throwing themselves wildly towards the staircase. “Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot her!” Sparrow yelled at the men behind him as they opened fire. Several of the zombies fell, blood spraying and causing a frenzy amongst the others. They didn’t tear into the fallen as they would have with bleeding humans, but rather trampled them underfoot as they surged towards the Van Helsings on the stairs, seeking the nearest source of fresh human meat.