Undead Hollywood Lion Novels & Stories

He looked both determined and deeply tired, a man grappling with the possibility that the nightmare consuming the world had already claimed his son. Joseph Erickson crouched low behind the crumbling wall of an old administration building, his breath shallow and his muscles taut. All around him, the groans and guttural sounds of the undead filled the air, accompanied by the occasional shuffle of feet or the grotesque twitching of limbs. The building’s shadow provided some cover, but Joseph knew it wouldn’t last. He risked a glance around the edge of the wall. The horde wasn’t far—dozens of the creatures were scattered across the campus grounds, their movements erratic but no less deadly.

Rula never thought this would happen. Xabar looked straight ahead. A large crate was placed on a pile of firewood as if there were a funeral pyre. Rula turned her head. "Didn't you bury all the bodies of the Therians?" asked Rula. "Then why is there a funeral pyre?" "The honored werewolves of the Therian nation will be given special honors, Luna," said Xabar. "We do that for the pure heir of the Beta in this place." Rula felt goosebumps creep up her skin. She shook her head in disbelief. "This is not A Ga, right?"