World War Z Novels Novels & Stories

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

Angels were not known for letting people read them so easily, so it really had to be something for this one to be letting Dagmar see his intentions written on his features so clearly. “You can confer with your gods if you like but something tells me you already know what is happening and needs to be done.” Lucien continued. “My brother is looking to wage a war that will kill billions of people as well as dismantle the balance of good and evil as we know it. No one will be safe if he succeeds. Not even your precious gods. Lieutenant Kade can help prevent that but not if he’s dead.” “Dead?” Dagmar barked. “What do you mean, dead?”

"Good. Lets just get back to the warehouse. Get behind the walls." The four-kilometer drive felt like it took hours. Every time a stray zombie stumbled out from a side alley my foot jerked on the pedal. The heavy steel plow on the front of the truck pushed them aside like dry branches. The city was still burning around me, black columns of smoke twisting into the gray sky but all I could think about was the cold terrifying look in Justin’s eyes. He was right about one thing—the world was changing fast. If a Tier 2 Awakened was already walking around on day one, my current defenses weren't going to be enough to keep me alive.

In that exposed space, with salt on his tongue and death at his back, he holds one thought like a blade: *If I lose this war, I lose her. And losing her? That was never an option. Hi everyone! Thank you for supporting me on this journey. I’m a new writer, and your love and encouragement mean everything to me. Please feel free to check out my other books below. 💕 Other works: • The Pleasure Directive • Encore with the Devil • Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn • Rejected Omega Princess: Meet My Overprotective Brothers • Killed and Reborn: My Alpha’s Obsession • His Luna Returns, So I Left with His Baby

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There were thousands of rooms here, hoping they would never find her. She closed the door and sat down on the ground, panting and sweating. After she settled down, she began to look around the room. However, she suddenly stopped and the cold sweat that had just stopped came out again - someone was living in this room. What a concept! All the satellite towns outside the high walls of Yuecheng have been abandoned. No one will live here, and even if there are stubborn people who are unwilling to leave their hometown, they will soon become one of the zombies. This situation has lasted for almost twenty years.

I rolled my eyes at him, and he chuckled. We sat up and realized that we had been locked in by the library keepers. They probably didn't know that we were inside. “Don't worry, I know too many ways out of this place.” Zion said, and I felt at rest. The books were mostly boring, but they were also enlightening. “So, there's this war that happened that caused the demons to be banished.” I said, and he raised his head to look at me. “The Battle of Wolmon.” Zion said, and I nodded. His eyes widened when he realized what I was driving at.

A paper book rested in his hands while multiple surveillance feeds played silently across the large screen before him, displaying views of both the interior and exterior of the bunker. After the Frostfall, without the burden of work, his life settled into a steady rhythm. He had grown fond of reading. Some books had come from the library. Others had belonged to Severin. The one in his hands now was "Ordinary World" by Lucas Wayworth. Reading it in this era carried a strange weight. The ordinary days described in its pages were gone forever. The ordinary world itself now lay buried beneath endless ice and snow. Yet one thing remained unchanged. Human beings, resilient by nature, would struggl

Two towering figures, one gilded in gold leaf and the other painted in faded silver pigments, reach toward each other with open hands. In another panel, rival packs share bread around a common table. In yet another, wolves lower weapons while children cross freely between banners. Jason moves closer, tracing the worn outlines with careful fingers. "There aren't any executions." Beatrice looks shaken. "There aren't any triumphs either." Only agreements and forgiveness. Only peace painstakingly assembled rather than violently imposed. I swallow. Killian speaks up. "Our histories say the first vessels nearly destroyed the world." Cassian studies the wall in silence. The lantern light dances acr

Greetings my lovely authors, This is the continuation of the book 'THE LAST ALPHA' which will be updated with the sequel 'THE LAST ALPHA : WAR OF FANGS'. I hope you will support my story just like the prequel. Thank you Zia Prologue The burnt orange sun was set below the horizon, and it’s the shadows that casted upon the town of human beings. The clustered clouds were scattered to the end of the sky, where the sun was burning with its last light. Twinkling stars which were supposed to fill the night, were scared to show up in the dusk.