White Zombie Soul-crusher Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

The only crime being avenged was biological. The air in the warehouse felt heavy and charged. Plucking the energy and absorbing it was too easy. I felt my center and focused on Ghost’s love- his was always the strongest. My father’s was next. Each wave I captured was dedicated to someone I loved. The energy made me feel less desolate and ready for battle. Hope displaced despair, and the men became ants instead of adversaries. Clint was back, drunk and angry. He staggered, spewing vulgar insults that made him look like a clown. His whiskey cologne didn’t mask his foul odor. He was the worst of men.

“It’s petty, but this person could be of use to us. Have you heard the story of the White Wolf?” “No.” Hemlock groaned and shook his head at me. I felt like I shouldn’t have said anything while he looked at me like I was stupid. “The White Wolf is a bitch called Sylvia, who looks like a dog; just like you. Her fur is pure white, so you can’t miss her, but she is very fast. We tried to capture her in the past a few years back with another Soul Stealer, but she found out our plan and ripped his head off. She has two children, Ringo and Orlando; you can try to get to her through them if you can. Her brother, Xaivier, is always around; killing him first before making a move would be wise.”

he shouted to his comrades, his voice cutting through the chaos of the approaching fray. With a primal roar, the zombies descended upon the barricade, their sheer numbers overwhelming as they clawed and gnashed at the fortified barrier. The sound of metal scraping against metal echoed through the air, punctuated by the desperate cries of the undead. Hannah and Marcky fought alongside Brandon, their abilities complementing each other as they unleashed a barrage of offensive strikes against the encroaching horde. Hannah's flames danced and flickered, engulfing any zombies that dared to draw near, while Marcky's electrified attacks sent jolts of energy coursing through the ranks of the undead.

Even so, it still makes aggressive zombies not afraid of pain and panic, but fortunately, at this time, Tadhg Walter's Iron Earth Ax was able to kill it in time, using the strength of a level five white-haired zombie did not stop it. It didn't take long to get the Iron Earth Ax, plus the golden bug on the side, it didn't take long to kill the remaining level 5 white-haired zombies. As usual, Cadell Brian and the Ghost Scene Female General picked up a few white feathered zombie corpses of level four or higher and put them in the storage bag. The two of them couldn't help but take out another bag of things from their bodies, and it was a bit unclear what the young man in front of him wanted so

Gracefully, her slender fingers flicked. Whoosh! The white lotus shot ahead like a comet at the Zombie, spinning non-stop like a dazzling kaleidoscope. It hit the monster and more white light erupted like an avalanche, blotting out every speck of darkness around them while rocking the ground under everyone's feet. The Zombie let loose another caterwauling bawl as it crashed to the ground with its chest caved in slightly and green ichor trickling from its wounds. "Despicable humans! How dare you injure me!?" roared the Zombie with rage while the wounds on its chest healed quickly.

Zadicus asked, stretching his army, ready to fight the army sprinting towards them. “More than before.” He smirked back. “Ah.. this is going to be thrilling.” Kriss whispered, voice deeper, huskier with a hint of tempt. He didn’t chanted this time, exhaled deeply, staring intensely at the dead, calling his spell, “White Death.” “What the-” Zadicus didn’t get a chance to speak anything, not expecting Kriss to use a life threatening spell. White patterns began to emerge on the skeletons, restricting their breaths, suffocating them.