Stories Zombie Novels & Stories

A shape lurches into view, close enough for any student to see their opponent clearly. It drags a skeletal axe while raising its bulging arms and mangled hands. The creature advances, intent on killing anyone who is too sluggish to escape its clutches. "Zombies!" shouted a female student, holding her quivering hands together. "These creatures are zombies. They are attracted to blood and cannot see or smell. They were created by magical devastation inside the dungeon." Rose elaborated. "Graaahhh!" The zombie screamed, and its scream echoed over the desert. As creatures rose from the depths of the desert, the earth shook and sand began to burst.

After idling outside, Xiara and Quiliu, followed by the zombies who had succesfully evolved and were now having their own normal conciousness and was now sticking to each other like wanting to engrave themselves at each other bones, the two leads finally saw a building that they can take as their shelter.

The zombies blocking the entrance had finally broken through the doors and came flooding toward them like a tidal wave. "Raarh!" The closest zombie snarled. Lizzie shot forward like a dark shadow, lunging straight at Bradley and Lindsay, who were closest to her. Her entire face was deathly pale. Beneath her darkened eye sockets were gray, cloudy zombie eyes. Bradley and Lindsay were horrified when they saw her. But at least this time, none of them screamed. In that split second of danger, Bradley shoved Lindsay aside and faced zombie Lizzie head-on. Clang!

looked to the side, concentrating on refining her fire-star Nightmarefiend. Their caves are very mysterious, it's just a coincidence that one or two zombies strayed into this place and were directly collected by two subordinates, but there was also one time, a late-stage green-haired white-haired zombie burst in came in, was a bit dangerous, took Cadell Brian and the Ghost Scene Female General, the two of them teamed up, and couldn't control the white-haired zombie.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

She have seen her mother being devoured by the Reapers in her dream and seeing it now felt like Agatha was one of those bodies. Minutes after, there's nothing left on the bodies but bits of flesh, blood, and bones, but the Reapers seemed to want more. They slithered towards the Badbloods that lined on the entrance but they were sent staggering backwards as the guards pushed the torches to them. They hissed and we're scratching their sharp claws. The smoke that's coming out from their bodies mixed with the smoke of the torch. The guards advanced to them, thrusting the torch forward, sending the monsters wiggling backwards.

When I finally groaned and forced myself up, Seth was already stumbling to his feet, his arm bloody, his jaw clenched. “You okay?” I barked, shaking the dust off. “I’ll live,” he muttered, eyes scanning the hallway like a soldier returning to a battlefield. We advanced quickly, but something was wrong. The bodies. Vampires—scattered across the floor. Dozens of them. Not bleeding. Not twitching. Just... still. Frozen like dolls dropped mid-play. Mouths open. Eyes glassy. Limbs contorted like they were trying to flee from something they never understood.

I can’t move, can’t scream I’m frozen in terror of the thought of living alone like Ash. That’s when I hear a car pull up. I don’t want to see who it is but I dread I know. It’s Zac; he’s just got home from college to find a house of ash and fire. He comes running over to me, while I’m screaming “Zac go back to the car.” “Get back in the car.” Desperately I scream “Go Zac, leave, now.” I yell but it’s useless, he obviously can’t hear the frantic desperation in my voice. I start to run towards him but I’m too late, the monster gets their three steps before I do. It lifts him off the ground

I ask, needing a confirmation of what I already know. "You already know Sarrtina. There's Zacharie and Hasiah and they are just as dangerous as Sarrtina, if not more. Then there's Achilles." "She's the blonde?" "Yes." Zaralina says. "What makes her truly evil and vicious is the world of pain which has created so much darkness inside of her." For some reason I want to know more about this Achilles. When I saw her in my dream I felt like I knew her from somewhere, her eyes were oddly familiar. But it could be because all these nonhuman eyes look very similar.

Bones and blood… Dark and twilight demons. It’s cold. It’s so cold. No feeling. Cold – at least I’m used to that. The zombie sat motionless six feet from the brightly burning campfire and stared at it with an unblinking gaze. Damn flames. I hate fire. Fire burns my blood. It eats up my spirit.