World War Z Novels Novels & Stories

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.

Andrew was caught completely off guard, crashing right into the arms of the zombie. "Mr. Greene!" I called out, instantly activating my power, and tried to rush forward. Yet, it was still too late. The zombie's sharp claws had ripped through Andrew's heart. Alison returned after retrieving a hand grenade from the guardhouse, and she flung it at them. The massive explosion blew both Andrew and the zombie to shreds. Upon hearing the commotion, Jeffrey and Lucas rushed over with reinforcements. Then, they heard Alison screaming her accusations at me, "Juliet, why didn't you save Mr. Greene sooner?"

Gabe Mitchell and his wife Brooke were finishing dinner in their quiet dining room when the idols on the fireplace mantle began to tremble, rattling against the stone. Brooke froze, fork and knife halfway to her lips. “What was that?” she whispered, eyes darting to Gabe. He looked back, his face pale, worry written in every line. Outside their walls, something far greater stirred. It was as though the ley lines of the world had awakened—threads of power binding earth, sea, and sky. Gates split open across the globe, and through them stepped nightmares: demons clawing out of the void, the Kraken tearing the oceans, the Wendigo stalking forests, the abominable snowman leaving frozen death in h

The last thing I saw and heard before all went black was Remy mid shifting rushing back into the apartment and a blood-curdling cackle of laughter. *Author's note: Hope you all are enjoying the story. We are nearing the end of Kalama's journey, only 3 chapters more to go, and we would have to say goodbye to Kalama and the rest. There will not be an update on this Friday as it's Christmas day. I'll be back on Monday the 28th with new updates. I wish you all a Merry Christmas. And don't forget to follow me on my author's page for more information on updates and upcoming projects for next year. Link: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKindraWhite

"Soon you'll understand what it feels like to lose everything. To have the people you trust become your enemies. To watch your world crumble." He picked up the photograph, studying Dante's young face. "You tried to bury me. But you forgot the most important lesson we learned together." His fingers traced the edge. "Dead men tell no tales. But ghosts? Ghosts come back to haunt you." Somewhere out there, Dante was probably holding Arabelle. Probably feeling safe. Probably forgetting that the most dangerous enemies aren't the ones you know about. They're the ones you've already left for dead. "Sweet dreams, brother."

It was overpowering and sickening. “Zelena” he whispered to himself. ------------------------------------ Authors Note As promised, Zelena and Gunner are back together. How do you think their reunion will go? What will Whiskey make of Zelena? Are we on the road to a happy ending?

Thank you for reeding <3 This book was first part of trilogy. Next part will be named "Shadows of Heart : Blood Pact". Introduction : The world teeters on the edge of chaos in the wake of the battle at Caelum's bastion. Zoe emerged from the ashes with scars that run deep - losses that haunt her and secrets that threaten to unravel her. The dark sorcerer may be defeated, but his twisted legacy lives on, spreading discord across the realms.

I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought. I remembered everything, from the growl of that notorious creature, the slashing of the swords, and the explosion, all of it was clear. I close my eyes, quivering into the ideas which my mind could only bear. How I wish everything were just a nightmare. I let out a deep breath and found myself in the middle of nowhere.

Vampires and Lycans never got along, Why? Because of an ancient war that started before you... Before me, before my kind, and now we're the ones left to fight it, carrying on centuries of a hostile blood war. Caught in the middle of it, are pesky humans... beautiful, and cunning creatures, yes, but not the smartest. And pity them, of how they are so oblivious about everything that constantly happens, mysterious animal attacks, unsolved homicides without leads, missing persons report files stacking higher, and still, they turn a blind eye. But... Are they? Blind? I mean the signs are there, evidence surrounding the existence of the supernatural, theories on theories, and they couldn't find th