White Zombie Soul-crusher Novels & Stories

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.

“Let’s go!” Jade was careful not to step on the small pool of blood surrounding the corpse on the floor. She averted her eyes, still shocked. That was the first time she had seen someone kill in cold blood. It wasn’t a pretty sight. “Faster!” Mei hissed. Moving faster, Jade followed Mei out of the cell and into an empty hallway. As they reached the end of the hallway, Mei raised her hand in a stopping motion. Jade noticed that Mei’s fingernails seemed longer than she remembered—in fact, they didn’t look like a normal human’s fingernails. Aside from being unusually long, they were curved, too—like the claws of a cat.

Only normal citizens are safe from the zombie's onslaught. Humans vanished from the earth...leaving merely rotten corps and the undead to fill the void... Now...is it the end of the world? Or is the world only missing the return of a fated saviour... ___________________________________________ A girl's soul is flying in the air... Heaven rejected to take it but hell doesn't deserve a pure essence... The girl's soul is odd from the others... There is only blacks and whites to ensure their destiny. It's a different case for the girl. Her soul is soaked with reds?

I was living for revenge. I waited until midnight, when the pack village was completely asleep and the patrols were focused on the outer borders. I couldn't leave my brothers here like this. I carried them, one by one, into the deep woods behind our cabin, near the hidden clearing where our parents were buried. I didn't have a shovel. I didn't have any tools. But I didn't need them. As the last surviving White Wolf, a royal lineage of pure power, there was a hidden, monstrous strength buried deep inside me. I fell to my knees in front of my parents' old, overgrown graves and began to dig into the earth with my bare hands.

In my state of utter depletion, I forced myself to believe that everything crazy about tonight—from the solid chest that appeared in front of the truck to the wolf ears in the mirror—was nothing more than a toxic hallucination. On the borderline between consciousness and coma, I faintly felt the warmth of Nanny’s hand as she pulled up the blanket for me. The room sank into a quiet darkness, but amidst the rumbling thunder outside the window, a whispering voice, trembling and laced with dread, slipped into my fracturing subconscious: "The late Madame's seal... has finally broken. The legendary White Wolf bloodline can no longer be hidden..." The sharp creak of the medical kit being tightly gr

Not quite a shadow. The Pale One smiled — faint, knowing. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said, voice carrying the echo of a thousand deaths. “I could say the same,” Soreth replied, though his throat was dry. “You shouldn’t exist.” The Pale One tilted its head. “And yet, here we both are. Two ghosts searching for the same truth.” “What truth?” “The one your masters buried.” The Pale One’s form flickered — now nearer, close enough for Soreth to see the faint shimmer of symbols written across its skin. “The Soulbound were the price of your immortality. You just forgot who paid it.”