Warhammer 40k Zombie Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Rendall is still on his knees panting but his eyes are still on it. In the area with no trees, a huge number of werewolves lies. By lying, I mean, dead werewolves who were stacked up.

And Cerberus completes looking at Zander in disbelief. . . . " This boy is ...death wolves.....Soul corona."

It was surrounded by those 'walkers', stumbling around like they were in a trance. "What are they?" He breathed out, staring in disbelief. He chugged some water, letting out a sigh of hydrated relief. "They call them walkers." She pointed the screen down slightly to allow him to see easier and switched to the website she was reading. "There's information on them, finally." As Adam read, she watched his expression change from confused to terrified. "This is like an actual zombie movie." He spluttered, barely able to get his words out. Behind them, a stirring caught their attention.

It’s about noon and Zane is walking down a highway littered with decaying cars. As he approached a nearby city, most of the cars had cracked or broken windshields. Sometimes he saw the odd humvee or a tank, they made great shelters for nighttime. This is the western apocalypse and it has been hell. He is about 5 '7 with long blonde hair blowing in the wind, a sturdy build, blue eyes with a narrow face, He wears a trench coat to stay warm and has a backpack of limited supplies. He travels alone mostly, at the start he traveled in groups of survivors of twenty to thirty people but they all succumbed to becoming food of the Pales.

Their bodies were enveloped in a death aura and gave off a faint glow, and their eyes were glowing a pale red. “It’s the army of the dead!” Seeing this scene, Jabez and his troops were dumbfounded. Within a day, the Priestess had created another batch of zombie troops for them. Compared to the previous batch, this batch was larger in number, and they looked a lot more terrifying. There were at least five thousand zombies in this army. The zombie that stood in front of them this time was Marshal Ubel. “Marshal!” When they saw Marshal Ubel, who had died, slowly approaching them, Jabez and his peers felt like their hearts almost jumped out of their throats.