White Zombie Soul-crusher Novels & Stories

Suyi thought that the beast she would be fighting was the same as the ones she had fought for the past few minutes. But it seemed that she was doomed to fail the very first mission she took. Although souls can no longer die except being dissolved to nothingness, against a beast, they could be captured and trapped as a source for their power. It is either you kill the beast, or the beast will suck your soul away. Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes.

Reggie responded grinning. Summer thought for a minute trying to remember what this new zapper he was speaking of was. Gasping her eyes widened as she remembered the new device that Vincent had created. It sat on the person's head like a hat and when they refused to speak it sent an electric current surging from their scalp to their body. It was just enough to hurt them severely, but not enough to kill them. Looking to the man Summer smirked, "Yeah, go get it." "Get what?" The man demanded as the first signs of fear began to form on his face. "What are you getting?"

But unfortunately, when the end came people started to show their real colors, the original soul had gotten a fever 6 months into the Zombie apocalypse and was very sick, the tiger went out to find him something to eat but was instead eaten, when the original soul finally went to find him he only found clean white bones. After that, the original soul trained his new powers, he had Fire, Lightning, Super Speed, and fast Healing. He was a monster of a powerhouse, he trained all of his powers until he could completely use them at a thought. After that, he went looking for the people responsible for eating his baby. After he killed all of them he drew the attention of the biggest base at the end

The world should end on a Monday. There’s something honest about that. Brutal, yes, but clean. A Monday already has the emotional texture of damp socks and unpaid bills, so adding zombies feels less like a cosmic betrayal and more like management escalating a complaint. Unfortunately, the world chooses Thursday at 6:17 p.m., while Maya Rodriguez is standing barefoot in her kitchen, trying to decide whether expired sour cream is a negotiable concept. “It smells fine,” Dex says from behind her.

The centrifugal force ripped it off balance, throwing its body backward…straight toward a massive boulder on the roadside. "DIE!!!" Jake roared, flooring the gas. The newly installed side spikes—razor-sharp, like shark fins—acted like a giant grinder, pinning the zombie against the rock with devastating force. CRUNCH!!! The sound was sickening—like a sledgehammer meeting a watermelon. Black blood erupted in a geyser, painting the boulder in streaks of gore. The agility-type zombie didn't even have time to scream. Caught between 10 tons of steel and solid rock, it was flattened into a paste.

Hours did not exist. Then the dark blade arrived. A new figure moved forward, silent and gliding. Its skin looked like wax mixed with ash. In its hand was a thin long dagger that trembled with a power of its own. The Soulcleaver. The Voice stood beside it. “The flame hides in you like a child in the womb,” the Voice said softly. “But it is not yours. It is ancient. Dangerous. It belongs to the Shadow. We will take it from you and give it shape again. Pure.”

so violent it simply cuts off the heads of these wolves He finished with them, so their cries rose, and everyone ran away from him His terrified eyes looked at Ardena to run towards her, making a sound in the ground from the force of his strikes to the ground Do not be afraid, my dear, for you have someone who can easily throw his soul to death so that your heartbeat can continue You have someone who is ready to become 'just a withered corpse' in order for you to bloom

“Do we kill him?” The priestess was quiet long enough that Zoe hated the answer before it came. “If he cannot be contained, yes.” Zack went still beside her. Zoe felt a strange ache inside her chest. The hybrid was a threat, yes. A creature made from a wolf, a vampire, and a witch. A weapon, maybe. A monster, probably and yet… She had hidden him, not killed him.

"What they have looks similar to the Nefarious Spirits from your sect." "That's nothing to it. A zombie scout found out that a low-level technique like Blackness was enough to scare them out of their minds. There's nothing for us to be worried about," Tack said. Tack projected an image of his Nefarious Spirit after arriving. It was an ancient divine general known as the Grim Reaper. He planned to use it for defense. However, it attracted a group of zombies, for some reason. They were initially nonchalant about it. It was because the zombies became pieces of corpses after they exploded from the various techniques used by Tack and the others.

The sound was gentle, yet within the silent courtyard it carried a rhythm that made the heart tremble, as if knocking upon life and death while holding everything in its grasp. He was waiting for news. Waiting for word of Solaris Hold eliminating Amelia and her companions through his hand, waiting for an opportunity that would allow him to break the shackles of the heavens. Those two Zombie Puppets were killing weapons refined by him after a century of painstaking effort, forged with black iron as bones, spirit crystals as hearts, and the soul essence of ninety-nine cultivators as the catalyst, using Forbidden Arts. They had no souls, no consciousness, no pain, no sensation. Blades could not