Who Is The Great Alpha In Zombies 2 Novels & Stories

The girl I’d loved was buried under layers of a killer’s composure. “You’re supposed to be dead,” she stated, her voice chillingly flat. A fact to be reconciled, not a heart to be broken. So. She had believed me dead, too. The tragedy was mutual, and it changed nothing about tonight for her. But…. “You’re the one he’s looking for,” I breathed, the horrizing genius of it dawning. “The killer. You are the faceless death and the Alpha hired me to find you.” A hollow laugh rattled my ribs. “And you found me first.”

It’s a heart-wrenching sight, and the lump in my throat makes it impossible to articulate my thoughts. I gaze up at him, feeling the warmth of his grip tighten as if he’s trying to impart strength through touch. “We will find a way to go on living,” he whispers, his voice shaky but determined, as he fights back fresh tears. “We can be strong.” But the words feel hollow in the depths of my despair. “I... I don’t know,” I murmur, shaking my head slowly, my heart heavy with uncertainty. “You have to,” he insists, urgency creeping into his tone. “In two hours, we have to meet Zombie in the park and tell him what happened. You need to be there, as the new Alpha of The Stars.”

“Although, you might have found what repels these zombies, you can’t take them all down with that. The zombies who can talk doesn’t mean they are in their right senses as well. They are now new beings whose aim is to take over the world. But with what I have foreseen, there is a young lady who is destined to save this kingdom from the zombies. She is a witch, and I know you already have an idea of who I’m speaking about. But you need to find her right now because if you delay any longer, she might never be the same person you know.” Although, the way the soothsayer spoke, seemed like parables, but I didn’t need anyone to tell me that I had to act fast. I rushed back to where people were. “Fi

It has been long since she saw anything digital or modern, and it feels quite strange to find one all of a sudden. However, that thought evaporates once she recognizes the bust-view image in the picture. A pale-skinned man. Silver hair. An eye patch over his right eye. It’s the exact looks of the Alpha who killed her parents. Heaven hurries out of her room and down the stairs to the bottom floor. Ziason is not in the gym hall, so she leaves the tower and makes for the pack hall. However, the sentinels outside stop her. “The Alpha is in a meeting, lady. Retreat,” one tells her.

I hoped for her sake that he was not another insufferable noble. I awoke with a slight start as we landed. Alina was eagerly looking out the window at the terrain. As I unbuckled my seatbelt, I caught sight of two werewolves waiting outside the plane. One appeared to be in his early twenties, possibly the same age as Antonio, while the other was an aged gentleman, perhaps the same age as grandmother. "Who are those men?" Alina asked in a whisper, pointing towards the werewolves. "If I remember correctly from Grandmother's descriptions," I muttered, squinting at the pair, "the younger one must be Boris Gravemaw, the Alpha. The older gentleman is Isaac Greymane, the Elder."

"We're the Valkor pack from the wastelands, and we're here to save your asses." He hesitated, but only for a second. Then, I saw his eyes cloud in a mind link. "Who are you?" He asked. "Alpha Gabe of the Valkor pack." I said proudly, determined. He finished his mind link then nodded. "We are with you, Alpha Gabe." He took a defensive stance as more zombies approached. Everyone joined together, wasteland and southern pack, fighting side by side, clawing through the decayed flesh of one creature after the other.

It almost seemed like they didn’t send a letter to the infirmary of our pack in general, but to Lera specifically. “Is this how you treat guests?”, A middle aged man came regally waltzing to us, the lines beside his eyes betraying his identity. He was one of the top alphas in the werewolf world, Alpha Zorell. I knew more than enough about him, almost every werewolf knew a little about him, he was a household name, the man that had stopped the Great War ten years ago.

Next to Helena, was Alpha Malcom. He looked like he was totally under Helena’s control. Alpha Malcom looked very pale and sick, he hat cuts and bruises everywhere. But it was the look in his eyes that scared the shit out of me. There was no one there. There was no recognition when he saw us, no anger, no fear. Just a mindless fucking zombie, ready to attack. “You wouldn’t kill your friend, would you?” Helena said, with a fake smile. Alpha Magnus growled, but stayed in wolf form, ready to attack. I stood beside him, ready to join the fight. I didn’t want to kill Alpha Malcom, but maybe we could hurt him bad enough to get to Helena.

" I was aware of the danger. However, I was also aware that we had no other choices. Mira's hands tightened. Then she nodded after a pause. Shaun let out a breath. "So let's get this over with." We all moved together. Straight toward him, cutting through the zombies. The Crimson Alpha, meanwhile, waited. The Crimson Alpha remained still. He did nothing except observe. We sliced through his zombie army, step by step, reducing the gap between us, and his crimson eyes followed. He was allowing us to approach him. I got a chill from it.

The adviser agrees with my father, “According to our journalists at the scene we are battling against a very blood hungry Alpha. He is non negotiable because all the humans bitten so far have taken a different form towards humanity, they are just mindless pets. There is no classification of what drugs are used on them, if during the war you counter any of these, kill on sight, don’t give mercy.” Helen raised her hand again, “Pardon me, Adviser. Are you saying once bitten there are no bits of humanity left?” “We have never seen anything like this ourselves, typically not in this way. Usually when bitten, they go through primal shifts, they don’t go into a zombie apocalypse mode.” The room rum