Turning Into A Zombie Novels & Stories

“Will you take my blood?” Zuba never said anything. She looked into his eyes, and grabbing his chest forcefully, she plunged her fangs gently right into his flesh. “The other one is for love”, she said as she looked the other way. She gave her back to him. She looked away for a moment to wipe away her tears. “And the other one?” he asked She then turned around, facing him again, “The curse of a witch is broken”, she replied. “From now on you will shape shift at will without waiting for the tree days of the full moon”.

If he is truly a vampire, will he perish? Vincent took another book that almost wrote a similar thing about sucking blood creatures like vampires. A person transforms into a vampire within several hours after being bitten. Annoyed and half-angry, Vincent closed the book. “I have to prove that I am not a vampire." Vincent stood up quickly and packed up his books. He walked out of the room to find Zachary. Inside the church, Vincent was stunned, looking at the altar of prayer. In front of him, Zachary was reading gospel verses to some members of the congregation. Vincent slowly crept in among the congregation and listened.

At least for now, and yes, I'm still the same old Rowena. You all know how my life is. Get reborn blah blah blah, different parents, same lover or at least his lookalike, and then death. How thrilling! I don't actually get my memories as soon as I'm born, though. That'll be weird. I get them once I turn ten. I literally wake up a different person. For the first few times, I was extremely sad, but I'm used to it now and try not to get too attached to the people around me.

"It’s Jasmine! She’s turning?!" The group froze on the spot, stunned by the scene. The one who ended up turning was Jasmine! Nancy Sullivan was so scared she clapped a hand over her mouth, nearly screaming. Caelan Shaw’s brow furrowed deeply, his eyes filled with shock. Kevin Keane and I exchanged a look. While our expressions flickered with surprise, we weren’t entirely shocked. Getting injured by a zombie meant turning was a high-probability event. Not even Superpower Users were exempt, though their chances of turning were slightly lower than a normal person’s.

Everyone dropped unconscious. Some turned into zombies. Some didn't change. A lucky few woke up with Powers—and became humanity's last shot. Back then, Enzo was burning up. I was bleeding out, but I stayed awake, too scared to blink. He barely made it to midnight. That's when he awakened. But now? He hadn't eaten or drunk anything in a day, and the zombie virus was already in his system. No clue if he'd even survive long enough to trigger anything. Late that night, the storm rolled in right on cue.

With each passing moment, the veins beneath his skin pulsed with an unsettling rhythm, signaling the inevitable transformation into a mindless creature. Despite the fear that it would eat him from the inside, Liam forced himself to find solace in the quiet stillness of the room. This room is really dark, but there's a place darker inside. Thus, he went there. He closed his eyes and focused on steadying his erratic breathing, willing himself to embrace the calm before the storm. He didn't want to become one of those mindless zombies, but he couldn't help but worry. After all, that is the only fate he could take. He got scratched by a mindless zombie, and aside from the mindless zombie's saliv

I don’t know how this works exactly. I was tossing and turning for what felt like forever when someone walked in, “Hi Akira, I’m Dr. Zane, the Alpha sent me to help you okay?” He introduced himself. “No please, isn’t it bad to have a male around me right now?” I’m not taking any chances. I clearly can’t trust myself around men. “I’m mated already, 12 years now, so we will not be affected by each other I promise.” I take in what he says as much as I can, I’m in so much pain now I don’t even want to move from the fetal position I’m in. “I’m going to inject you with something to calm your body down okay?” He said. I just nodded my head because that’s all I could do. I felt a needle in my should

"Dr. York will keep me safe. Right, Dr. York?" Cassian completely ignored her. His eyes remained fixed on Roy. Roy's head had swiveled back to the front. His body was unusually stiff as he hobbled along under the moonlight, looking rather freakish and disturbing. Cassian was rather confused. As far as he knew, according to the ancient beliefs, there were two ways a zombie was formed. The first was when the body of someone who died with an overwhelming sense of resentment was exposed under the moonlight, absorbing the dark energy from the moon.

The next week, zombies returned to Leesa’s dorm. Not the lurching, lumbering, flesh-eating kind that you needed to stab in the eyeball with a pen to kill—no, these were Leesa’s schoolmates, turned zombie-like by the arrival of midterms. The transformation had begun on Sunday night, but really picked up steam on Monday and Tuesday. Long hours of reading and studying combined with little or no sleep turned many of the kids in her dorm into creatures resembling the walking dead. They had dark circles under their eyes, slack jaws and lank, unwashed hair.

“Fall back! Everybody fall back!” Rachel and Timothy turned, their eyes widening as a young zombie—a girl in a tattered engineering lab uniform—slipped through the chaos. She lunged at a soldier, dragging him to the ground as he screamed. Her teeth sank into his neck, the sickening sound of flesh tearing audible even over the gunfire. Timothy kept filming, unable to look away. The soldier’s comrades shot the girl, but it was too late. The man convulsed, his body twitching unnaturally before his eyes snapped open. Clouded and lifeless, he rose—a zombie now.