Vampire Werewolf Zombie Novels & Stories

I elongated my finger nails and started slicing. I went through them like butter and man! Did that feel good? You see, one thing about zombies is that they don't have a brain and they are just thoughtless machines whose parts are badly rotten and can fall off any minute. They move by smell and if one knows that, it's easy to finish them. I killed all of them and then after I was done, I decided to leave that area and start looking for a way out of here. I didn't even go for long before I came across a vampire and as is normal, vampires crave werewolf blood and this one wanted a piece of me and who am I to say no? So, we went to war and we all know who won.

Meanwhile, Chloe gave birth to a pup with pure golden fur, and suddenly her home was overflowing with admirers praising her husband’s powerful bloodline. Humiliated, Damian turned vicious. He berated me constantly, furious that he hadn’t chosen Chloe instead. In the Alliance, werewolf bloodlines fell into four ranks: Omega Black Werewolves, Beta Gray Werewolves, Alpha Silver Werewolves, and Golden Lycans. Each rank was divided further into low, average, and high categories.

Then- "You still there?" "I’m here,” Dron replies, voice quieter now. "Just trying to process this soap opera of a nightmare. So let me get this straight: You, a vampire who’s never believed in the whole ‘mate’ crap are suddenly bond-tied to a girl who doesn’t know she’s supernatural, and oh, by the way, she’s also bonded to a werewolf?" "Yeah. That about sums it up." "Arc…" he groans. "You live in a CW show."

It was a power unlike any they had ever possessed, a power that blurred the lines between monsters and saviors. But while the werewolves were still bound by mortality, the vampires remained eternal. Immortality, however, came at a cost. Just as werewolves had their weaknesses, so did they. A vampire’s demise could come in only two ways: a werewolf’s venomous bite, or a wooden stake—one coated in werewolf venom—driven through the heart. It had to be precise. No hesitation. No second chances.

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.

Dan said, so I quickly looked away. So he was no longer a v*rgin when he met me? Oh, no! I hope he doesn't have any diseases like AIDS! Wait, do vampires even get those diseases? "Why do you look like that? Sorry, but I'm a vampire, and we don't get those things, so we're safe, so you don't have to worry. Also, I swear to you, I will not be able to find someone like you," Dan said, and he smirked at me and leaned his face toward me.

“So, who do you live with then? Your mum?” “No, my mum's dead too. I live with my older brother.” I added saving him the stress of having to ask. The truth seems to be working, I just have to edit the unnecessary parts, like the fact that my brother is a vampire that is about to be crowned king of the underworld.

a vein appearing on her forehead as she began the chase again. Her father Joseph Knightley had thought her that Werewolves were one of the most evil creatures to exist, their goal was to eat and kill humanity and this was true. Every single wolf Clara had fought tried to kill her as soon as they looked at her. Only Alpha werewolves had their sanity intact while new breeds(betas) only had two things on their minds 1.Kill 2.Eat. However standing in front of her, A friend, a beta werewolf who seems to recognize her and refuses to attack, instead he runs away.

The stench of blood and corpse-filled my nostrils as I stepped foot into the east soil… I froze on my spot as I took in the scene before me. Bodies were littered on the ground, and ashes from the demised vampires too were all scattered on the ground. Blood stains were also flooding into a deep pool. Werewolves both in bodily and wolf form lay sprawled out on the ground. Torn open and flung around, some even in clusters. Children were in different locations, some hiding some in the open crying their eyes out of the most horrible experience of their lives.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.