Pirate Zombies Novels & Stories

Lane looked at the twinkling stars, he guessed that his daughter was alive since Marissa was holding Vadim's priceless amulet. Moving her hands through the vertical metal bars, Nina looked at the two vampires who were standing opposite the dungeon, they were armed with daggers. Right next to her were some rats feasting on her food. Poor rats. What could she do, but feed the animals and prevent them from eating her toes? She giggled watching them scurry away and disappear through a small hole that was at the edge of the dungeon. Footsteps approaching, Nina narrowed her gaze to the vampires who bowed before the blonde lady who stepped toward the dungeon.

I remained silent at the front, with my gun raised and ready the whole time. The emergency lights in the research lab flickered on and off, and the air stank of blood and decay. Distant growls of the zombies rumbled through the halls. We were about to reach the exit when a familiar wail cut through the darkness. "Help… Please, help me!" I took a closer look and saw Esmeralda pinned against a wall by three zombies, their teeth sinking into her. Her right arm had been ripped off, blood gushing like a fountain.

’ The pirates jubilated in joy. Zealot moved to the soldiers, ‘Ready to arm yourselves. Fill up the guns with the gunpowder. Get your swords guarded to your side and your short guns in your hands. We have visitors to plunder.’ He smiled. ‘Be ready to attack. Cheer up, comrades.’ The pirates jubilated, as they began to prepare for the attack. Ritaline dressed herself up, making no trace of womanhood appearance. She tied a scarf round her head, looking like a young man.

“It's a... high-level zombie, probably a monarch zombie.” “Monarch? Are you kidding me? What are we doing here then? Let's f*cking go home, old hag!” Patrick screamed, wanting to enter the humvee.

The stink of dark sorcery clung to him, unmistakable even amid the chaos. Pirates wielding cursed blades surged onto their deck, faces contorted with malice and a thirst for violence. The weapons glowed with an eerie light, leaving trails of dark energy as they swung. Amelia's human crew met them with defiance, fighting with a desperation that matched the pack's. The cursed weapons took their toll, and she saw men fall, wounded and bleeding, but even then, their resolve held strong.

Beelzebub also appears and crushes the scorpion that was threatening to sting me again. Somehow, I am glad to see them, which is not a feeling that I should feel whenever I see them. “Where’s Mammon?” I ask when I notice that their troublemaker older brother is nowhere in sight. “He is out protecting your family.” Beelzebub answers as Leviathan is busy shielding us from the hoard of lovestruck zombies who all want to kiss me. Yes, kiss. Normally, it takes Asmodeus’s scorpions stinging you to make you one of them, but it takes a kiss from one of these zombies to paralyze you, giving the scorpions enough time to latch on to you.

It was protecting its children from the zombie horde. Even zombies instinctively protected their offspring. And yet my own sister spent every waking moment plotting against me. The thought left a bitter chill in my chest. Fortunately, my sadness lasted less than three seconds before my mood brightened again. Because at that exact moment, the system informed me that the zombie siege had counted as a major survival crisis. Even though I had survived partly thanks to the zombie bird’s help, I was still eligible for a special reward because of it.

One ferocious beast after another, corrupted by deathly aura, charged out of the dense forest: Giant-teeth Tigers several meters long with bared fangs; Black-scale Pythons clad in scales, spewing poisonous mists; Ferocious Eagles whose wings blotted out the sky and claws tore through metal and stone; and Bone Dragons coiled atop mountain peaks, their entire bodies formed from condensed bones. These beasts had long lost their sanity, leaving only their most primal killing instincts. Each possessed combat power close to the Heaven Spirit Phase, charging in packs without fear of death. Mystic Vale still did not move. The three brand-new Zombie Puppets simultaneously stepped forward, their black

As her blood streamed into the air, Rose thrust out her palm. A pitch black-skinned zombie with a white bone exoskeleton launched out of the wave, careening for the sparkling red liquid. The pitch-black zombie jumping across the air stood out in the dull desert tone, making it look scary. The zombie commander sprang into the air, causing sand to shoot forth as it opened its mouth wide, attempting not to miss even a drop of Rose's blood. If he wasn't a monster, he'd be one of the most heinous perverts with a blood fetish.

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin