Wyatt From Z O M B I E S 2 Novels & Stories

he added, punctuating the revelation with a punch that struck Wyatt square in the face. The news landed like a sledgehammer on Wyatt's heart, shattering the last remnants of hope. In the grip of grief, Wyatt's eyes flared red, his claws unsheathed, ready to exact a gruesome toll on Zain. But as Wyatt prepared to unleash his fury, Dmitry coughed. Zain seized the opportunity to escape. With a swift punch, he incapacitated Wyatt, leaving him reeling, and slipped away into the night. With a silent signal, he beckoned to the surviving members of his pack, urging them to follow him into the unknown.

With a crack, the rusty kitchen knife sank deep into the gap near the zombie's collarbone and stuck there. The zombie felt no pain. With the knife still lodged in its shoulder, it opened its reeking, bloodstained mouth and lunged for Julian's neck. Julian released the handle in terror, grabbed the zombie by the throat with both hands, and used all his strength to shove it away. At that critical moment, a rush of footsteps came from the stairwell behind him. Another zombie in a janitor's uniform had been drawn over by the noise, and it rushed out of the darkness and bit down on Julian's calf.

I looked calmly at the dark barrels pointed at me and asked, “Are you sure you want to do this? If Ruth comes back, you’ll die a very ugly death.” “She’s not coming back!” Dan roared. “There are three S-class zombies out there. She’s dead for sure!” “Stop wasting more time. Shoot him!” Callie shrieked. Dan was just about to pull the trigger when suddenly, a deafening crash exploded behind them. The door behind them was violently smashed open, and a mutated zombie burst inside with a furious roar. Everything happened so fast. It all happened too quickly. Callie, scared out of her wits, immediately grabbed Dan beside her and shoved him toward the lunging zombie.

She spotted a specific article a stranger had made a few hours ago. 'Everything you need to know to survive the walkers.' Brie frowned. "Walkers?" She shrugged and kept reading. '1. Walkers are attracted to noise, movement, and smell. If their body isn't damaged enough, they will have enhanced senses. Avoid contact at all times. 2. DO NOT touch them. Stay away from any saliva, blood, or disconnected body parts. It WILL infect you if it enters your body. It is giving the virus easy access. 3. If your companion, pet or family members have been in contact or are showing any of these symptoms (coughing, seizures, foaming at the mouth, fainting, vomiting) stay FAR AWAY, or if possible, kill them.

Roy’s silver wolf hit the ground with a deep growl, his bright blue eyes scanning the wreckage. Wyatt stood taller, broader—his white coat nearly glowing under the burning sky. His dark eyes were locked forward, a lethal promise in their depths. He didn’t wait. He ran. The scent trail led them north, away from the heart of the battle, through smoke-choked trees and abandoned houses. But the rogues were everywhere. A black-furred rogue burst from behind a fence. Wyatt lunged, jaws wide, and clamped down on the rogue’s throat. Blood sprayed across his muzzle. He shook once—hard—and the body dropped lifeless.

Just like Alice and Harry. Apparently, my aunt was born a werewolf who became a hybrid after getting beaten by a vampire to save her life. That vampire who bit her was none other than Harry, a full-blooded vampire who betrayed his kind for love. The Crimson Shadows Alpha was kind enough to let them live in the territory since they had proved that they were trustworthy and had become one of the pack doctors that treated werewolves.

“That’s all right. We don’t want it to be anything that is too easy to figure out, so how about I just pick one.” Wyatt types a number on the flat screen. When he is done, he turns back towards me and smiles. “I have selected 22020. It means 2 omegas and 2020 being the year that we met. Can you remember that?” A small smile spreads across my face as I nod my head. “Yes. I think I can remember that.” Wyatt turns back towards the flat screen and types a few more things before he steps back and swings the picture back into place.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

I sharply asked. Growls stopped, they looked at me like I said something they’ve never heard before. “We don’t have that kind.” He moves forward which makes me and Rendall brace ourselves for an incoming fight. “I am thinking of who to kill first but black and grey ones volunteered,” Rendall said and nudge my back using his shoulder as a signal to attack. I quickly get my dart and throw it at the werewolf beside me, and then the monsters started to counter. I pulled out the spear on the werewolf in front of me and throw it to the one that is behind Rendall. I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front.

Whether it's boredom or heat, It is clear that he does not want to be in the car. "We can't go out, dear..." Zach looked everywhere and felt like he should start the car. If the surroundings are too quiet, that is not good. "Sit with me at the front, okay?" Zach then moved the baby's car seat into the front seat before driving. Zach called Vincent again, and everything was still the same. He then called Scott Gillian. "Scott, I'm Alpha Zach. Where are you?" Terrell and Collins leave hiding to see several vampires shot with Horus's serum. They couldn't turn to dust or burn, but they didn't survive either.