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Hope nodded, taking a deep breath before leaving with Florence who promised to have her back soon. Faith gave the room a quick tidy, much to the displeasure of Lizzie the maid who caught her in the act, playfully scolding her. Whilst Lizzie changed the bed, Faith went to the library to the section she hadn't been brave enough to explore yet. Vampires. The central wall was covered in books about them, constantly playing on Faith's mind as she read. Until then, she hadn't given into her curiosity, but given the light of recent situations she couldn't hold off any longer. Marching into the room, thankfully empty as usual, she waltzed straight up to the centre display and started climbing the go

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

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."

There were currents of power electrifying the air, a clear warning of the danger that it posed. The metal spikes on Imeela’s staff were shoved right through a creature’s eyeball and into their brain. That was fairly disgusting but super fucking effective. ‘You need to either decapitate these demon’s heads or pierce their brains. Zombie rules,’ she informed me. It was a damn good thing that she told me that because I would not have realized how important that part was. Zombie rules. Zeus snorted with that. We both shared a love of zombie films and shows. She had informed me after our first zombie movie together that they were technically real but only because of things like necromancy.

She was still in college back then. Her roommate in the bunk below had suddenly snapped, lunging forward and biting straight into the neck of another girl who had come to check on her. June still remembered it like it had just happened. Her roommate had lifted her blood-soaked face, jaws stretched wide, chunks of half-chewed flesh still clinging between her teeth. Strips of meat dangled as she stared straight at June, a wet, horrifying sound coming from her throat. Over the past four years, the world had been overrun with zombies. Everywhere you looked, people were panicking, barely holding it together.

Bima snapped internally. This was the worst possible moment. A choice between starving to death or being torn apart by a mob. "We have to make a decision fast," Lia said, her eyes returning to the darkening street. "Those zombies are attracted to noise. They'll be here any second." "The Zombie Food Vlogger is around here too," Bima added, remembering the vroommm sound from earlier. "He’s attracted to 'good food.'" Lia turned her head, her eyebrows arching. "You mean... we can use him?"

He wanted to reach his dreams no matter what life brought his way. “We are supernatural. I read about other creatures, dummies.” He joked. “Ha, ha, ha.” Elijah laughed. “Please, can we concentrate? I hate doing this.” Beckham affirmed. “Sure. I will take that,” Colby took the thick book with a black leather cover and a gold star drawn in front of it. “It doesn't have an author.” He recognized it when he grasped the book. “Are we into vampire or witch hunting?” Beckham grumbled.

"Sorry, I didn't..." "No problem," she said with a side smile. She looked next to the boy and a few meters away, she saw a book. She walked a bit and picked it up, wiping off the snow. She couldn't help but let out a sigh. • EXCERPTS OF WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN: MELIA CONKINOVA • KRESTYNE WEILL This was becoming more viral than rage in 1880. Completely, unprecedentedly viral. It was already boring her, honestly, it was. And even more so, with all the falsehood she could find there.

“Died? What are you saying? My father is dead?” “It’s hard for me to explain this to you, but you need to think about this differently. Vampires live through many incarnations. Many of us have gravestones, even though we are living today. I myself, under different names, am buried in many cemeteries in many countries. Obviously I am not really dead, or buried. But at the time, the locals needed to be assured that I was. We had to stop the evidence, reassure them that I wasn’t coming back to life. And a burial and a tombstone was the only thing that would put them at ease.

partner or another before finally seeming to latch onto a particular young woman. Maddie had chosen her night's meal. Another thing that a lot of stories get wrong is feeding. We don't need to kill to eat, in fact, it's a bad idea to do so. If a lot of dead bodies pile up without their blood, even in a city as crowded and strange as New York, people start asking questions. Also, just biting someone doesn't make them one of us, a zombie, or any other silly thing. We just take what we need and send the victim on their way, a little bit lightheaded, but otherwise unharmed. There are humans that seek to do far worse with the people they pick up in places like this. Also, it has nothing to do wit