White Zombie Soul-crusher Novels & Stories

Mrs Collins screamed and turned back running towards her van while tons of zombies also started running after her. Immediately she gets to where her van was parked and wanted to open the door, the key to the van fell from her because she was trembling one of the zombies that are after Mrs Collins was so close to her and wanted to beat her when someone from nowhere showed up and hit the zombie with the long harmer he was holding.

By the time they finished, the long-haired zombie was already rushing in. Leonard and Derek stepped back a few paces. Slice! The speed-enhanced zombie ran straight through the wires. Its body was cut clean apart. Even the skull, the hardest part, was sliced open from above the brow, its own speed driving it straight into the trap. Leonard drew a saber from his back. With a quick, precise motion, he hooked it into the split skull and pulled out a crystal core the size of a child's fist. The level 5 speed-enhanced zombie was killed instantly.

Streams of white light energy hit them and sent them and the bodies they possessed down into the abyss. I moved my hand, aimed at zombies, and sent them to the darkness of the Underworld. A zombie in the form of a naked shifter had cracked the back of a screaming Neratomay Elder, and I shot it, sending the both of them into the abyss. Paul was punching a zombie that had entered the body of a Were-bear, its mouth the size of an alligator. Though Paul knocked the bear off balance, the bear wasn't stunned. I aimed my power at the bear's cavernous mouth seconds before it would have locked onto Paul's face. I returned that abomination to the Underworld.

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

“And do you know what I found out today? Oh, it was interesting. It turns out your master isn’t all that immortal. Right, my dead friend? Has he told you?” At that moment, she raised her hand and forcefully dug her fingers into the zombie’s chest. Zomzom groaned inwardly but still couldn’t say a word. He felt a strange long-forgotten pain course through his body as the Dark that had created him began to destroy him.

My hand struck a stool beside me, and without thinking, I grabbed it and swung it at the zombie. The impact sent it crashing sideways. I smashed the stool against the floor until it splintered apart, leaving only a broken wooden leg in my grip. Then I charged with full determination. “AHHHHHHH!” A scream tore from my throat as I drove the wood into its skull. The sound that followed made my stomach twist. Its head cracked apart like a walnut under pressure. The wooden piece punched through the front of its skull and burst out the back. The zombie finally went still.

Lucas's voice was a ragged growl, his elongated canines scraping against my neck, ready to sink in and mark me. Alexander was even more direct. He was tearing at my nightgown, his searing hands roaming my body with an undeniable, suffocating possessiveness. "Don't move, good girl. Open your legs. Take your Alphas..." The phantom pain of being torn apart in my past life surged through me. I didn't melt or soothe them like I did before. Instead, I summoned the unique spiritual gift of the White Wolf. "Sleep." A massive wave of psychic energy slammed into their lust-addled brains.

Burned till the monstrous flame extinguished at last satisfied by turning the branch into ashes. Just like that, his body became tired and his punches on the punching bag came to an end. Throwing himself on the punch bag he wrapped his hand around it and a thunder-like roar left his mouth shaking the surroundings around him. The stuffed black bag hanging from the ceiling stopped swaying, getting the impact of his heavy body leaning on it. Big fat water droplets littered the hard floor. No, his eyes were not shedding tears. They had turned dry long before, and the feeling of water was very foreign to his eyes.

WG-02. This is life. My life. Break a rule, punishment. Lose a fight, punishment. Talk back, punishment. Punishment. Punishment. Punishment. I existed around being punished. My pale skin is littered with the scars of my mistakes, from cuts to burns to lashings and more. They were always creative with my punishment. But I earned each one. I know that. I was bred for this, it’s my only reason to exist. But deep down inside of myself, I feel like there must be more. I feel it, in my soul. If I even have a soul. Do monsters have souls? I hope we do. Anyway, this is my world. Born in a lab and engineered for eradication. I don’t even have a proper name. Whiskey-Gulf Zero-Two. That's what I'm call