Underwater Zombies Novels & Stories

I said as I handed the letter to him, “right over here.” He took the letter from me and read for himself, “well I'd be damned. You really are going to Brazil, I guess it's time we crossed that off your bucket list. Your savings can go into another item on that list.” “Yeah, I mean, there's the cruise round the Pacific.” “Stop, you know how I feel about that.” We both laughed. Samson had a special kind of fear for water. He was cool with being close to a water body, he would swim in a pool or a lake and that's fine but the idea of being in a boat on water with no land in sight.

At the ships there people panicking as they getting eaten or pulled alive into the ocean by the fish monsters with their superior numbers overwhelming the humans even with their high power weapons. Now I get why people are not showing up after they touch the underwater because of the tentacles that are waiting for them. Not only the tentacles, but countless fish monsters are also waiting underwater. I see some people near me getting pulled but every one of them is unconscious because they didn't inhale some air in time or can't hold their lungs for a long time.

Streams of white light energy hit them and sent them and the bodies they possessed down into the abyss. I moved my hand, aimed at zombies, and sent them to the darkness of the Underworld. A zombie in the form of a naked shifter had cracked the back of a screaming Neratomay Elder, and I shot it, sending the both of them into the abyss. Paul was punching a zombie that had entered the body of a Were-bear, its mouth the size of an alligator. Though Paul knocked the bear off balance, the bear wasn't stunned. I aimed my power at the bear's cavernous mouth seconds before it would have locked onto Paul's face. I returned that abomination to the Underworld. "Paul, you can't fight them!" I yelled. "St

They were vicious and filled the hearts of other wolf packs with fear. They were worshipped like gods and manipulated other wolves to do their bindings, they formed the association of the underworld, distinguishing the wolves from the humans, it was treacherous to have anything to do with the humans and it could cause a death sentence on anyone caught with a human. Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not.

He tried to turn back, but more zombies splashed in behind him, swarming like something dragged up from the depths. They pulled him under, biting as they went. Water flooded his lungs and nose. Zombies covered him, tearing into his stomach, his insides, his legs, throat, and face. "Aaaaaah!" His scream never made it out. Only a stream of bubbles and spreading blood rose through the water. More and more zombies leapt into the river. Splashes echoed as they plunged in.

It proved an incredibly daunting task as the weapon had probably sunk to the deepest parts of the lake after being submerged for so long. Although the trio had surpassed their limits once more, time was not on their side as their stamina depleted against the seemingly invincible enemy. Mya, drenched in blood, had grown numb to her wounds. All she knew was that she needed to slay the zombies before her and press on. Adrian, while underwater, was in a completely different state of mind. First and foremost, he had no idea where the sword was.

Rows and rows of them. I clamped a hand over my mouth, muffling the scream that threatened to escape from my throat. Inside each tanks and soaked in the strange bubbly green liquid were men and women. Some looked human. Others were Outworlders—werewolves, vampires, ghouls. They were all naked. Their bodies were suspended in the thick green liquid and their eyes were wide open, as if frozen in an expression of silent horror. “What the hell?” I muttered in a shaky breath.

I wade through the water, trying to make my way back to the beach and the dock, where the gun is. The water gets shallower and my pace quickens. I reach for the gun, and the zombie grabs my arm, yanking me away from the dock and back into the water. I go down hard on one elbow, and desperately crawl to the beach on my elbows and knees. The zombie grabs my hips and drags me farther into the water, and farther away from my gun.

Leighton returned them to the topic. Aislen drew in a deep breath, her nails digging into her palms. Was it the right choice? There was a sense of importance to the decision, and she did not want to make the wrong one. “I think the zombies need to stay in the water. I think that they’re meant to be there. Our differences divide us, and our similarities connect us. Now that the infection is in the water, isn’t everyone exposed to the water a bit supernatural as a result?”

Though she knew she probably beneath the basement, having an aquatic theme in the underground which at the middle of the city with no water or sea around nearby, it is quite impossible! The room was a little dim with only the lights of the underwater sea supports the space. With bubbling reflection on the floor, K Whatever felt wonderful. Not just that but the aquatic species in the water through the glass were unique as she didn't recognize a single one of them! She could not understand whether those are octopus, sharks, or jellyfishes or anything else! She had never seen anything like it even on the television she watched before. "Wow... Being a male lead truly the universe's favourite...