White Zombie Soul-crusher Novels & Stories

The metallic smell of blood wasn't just in the air anymore, it was coating my tongue, thick and cloying. I stood frozen, watching as the two powerful beasts ripped into each other's flesh. I couldn't look away from Zayn. He was a vision of pure destruction. He was truly befitting of his earned nickname, the prince of darkness. He possessed power I had never seen before. If Ezekiel could not heal from his fatal wounds, I'm certain he would have been dead ten times over already.

From my place here on the roof, I can see the chipped black nail polish on his fingers, the black eyeliner that adorns his eyes, and the silver piercing in his eyebrow. His dark brown eyes meet mine briefly, before he turns away and fires at another zombie. Congealed blood splatters his Aerosmith concert t-shirt, and he wipes it away with a disgusted frown. Before I can shout a warning, another zombie creeps up behind him. He turns just as the zombie lunges, and it drags him down to the ground. While he struggles with his enemy, I get down on one knee, and take aim at the creature's head.

Leesa screamed. Several hundred yards away, Dominic turned to face a new opening that had just appeared in the horde of zombies. He watched as Viktor marched toward him among the headstones, stopping just inside the line of suddenly motionless zombies. Clearly, the black wizard was exerting his control over the creatures, who now stood growling in a large circle around the two waziri like spectators at a boxing match. Ulric and Halee stopped as well, keeping their spikes ready while watching cautiously from a few feet inside the ring of zombies.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

That is, until I turned around and bumped into something tall. I fell to the ground and when I came I full sight of it I screamed loudly. I didn't even have space for words in between my screams. I didn't even know what it was. It just stared down at my with eyes that looked like they were about to fall out of its sockets. The thing before me had ropy skin and no lips whatsoever. So, the teeth were in full view. It's long arms we're touching the floor and it walked towards me like a zombie.

*Zombie* I bolt out of the old school like a bat out of hell, the door slamming behind me with a thud that echoes in the stillness of the night. My heart pounds in my chest, each beat a frantic reminder of the chaos I just left behind. I can still hear Amber’s voice, the confusion and fear lacing her words as I sprint down the hallway, a wild frenzy coursing through my veins. Adis. The name reverberates in my mind like a drum, but it can’t be true. Adis is dead. He’s gone. I’m Zombie.

Skill tablets can be absorbed by people to learn new skills, Just like crystal nuclei could increase power. The first power zombie is a baseball player. His soul imprint resembled batting knowledge. The second blood string zombie is a political major.. His soul imprint is like a free changing amoeba, only half its body missing. The cactus girl is the strongest and sturdiest structure. It's like an V extending from a green ball. Dean's is like a cellophane layer.. The secretary's is like a shriveled seed with ugly hair like roots popping out of it. All the same, Yanlong felt quite refreshed after reorganizing her mind.

Aiden’s fury carried a great suppression, and if the zombies were alive, they would have cowered before the rage of the prince of their tribe. Alas, they were cold corpses that had been forced to live a little longer due to the whims of an insatiable beast. The eyes of the zombie closest to Aiden were as dull as a man whose consciousness had been robbed from him, but his movements were not so. Lifting up the giant club that matched the large battle axe, the zombie protected its trunk, and a loud sound reverberated throughout the entire cave when the axe struck the club.

The thunderclaps shook the surrounding skyscrapers as the high-voltage electricity arced through the dense packs of the undead, vaporizing the central columns and instantly turning waves of zombies into smoking, blackened husks. Right beside him, Briggs capitalized on the opening. He threw his arms wide, shooting massive, towering walls of white-hot fire across the entire width of the street. The blazing inferno roared against the falling snow, enveloping entire groups of zombies and reducing them to drifting gray ash before they could even cross the barrier.