Wyatt Zombies 2 Novels & Stories

With a whoosh, it rolled to both sides. Xander Faris put the Humming Twilight Slash into the sheath with no expression on his face. With a crisp sound, the two zombies suddenly trembled. The next moment, they exploded into dozens of pieces and fell to the ground. Among these pieces, there were two crystals about the size of peanuts that glowed with red light.

It was surrounded by those 'walkers', stumbling around like they were in a trance. "What are they?" He breathed out, staring in disbelief. He chugged some water, letting out a sigh of hydrated relief. "They call them walkers." She pointed the screen down slightly to allow him to see easier and switched to the website she was reading. "There's information on them, finally." As Adam read, she watched his expression change from confused to terrified. "This is like an actual zombie movie." He spluttered, barely able to get his words out. Behind them, a stirring caught their attention.

That debt had to be settled properly. Three days later, on a stormy night with pouring rain, a battered armored vehicle—barely holding together—smashed through the gates of the villa complex. Callie and Dan crawled out of the car, covered in mud and looking utterly miserable. Behind them, more than a dozen mutated zombies were chasing them. “Help! Is anyone there? Help!” Callie screamed, her voice hoarse. Dan gripped a machete in his hand, but it was useless against mutated zombies.

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.

he jumps to collide with the falling witch the Witch tries use its special skill to Raymart -SKILL: SMOKE SIGNAL- its vision has been blocked by a thick smoke! *swwwossh!!* Raymart cuts the head of the witch cleanly and catches the head to loot it the witch has been takedown but the key problem is a large horde of zombies that attracted by the group who went outside! as Jimboy landed at the group, he gazes at his back to look for help to wipe out the horde, but no one is stepping up! He frowns his head and shakes it slowly and shout. “tsk! no one wants to help us!?”

He had been training himself for the last two years to defeat werewolves and vampires while Wyatt was a new vampire who didn’t have knowledge of his power. “Bro! Look what I got!”, Allison came in jumping and shrieking with happiness. That was the perfect moment when Zayden could have shot him because Wyatt had stopped running after seeing her. But the smile disappeared from Allison’s face when she saw a gun in Zayden’s hand. He didn’t want to kill Wyatt in front of Allison, so he immediately put the gun down. “Mommmm!!!!”, Allison screamed as soon as she saw her mother lying on the floor, looking lifeless. She would have thought her mother was asleep, but the inevitable color of blood made

Instant guilt paraded my mind and I felt my shoulders slump a little against Nathan's pulling. The constant tug subsided, noticing my trouble. “Don't feel so guilty. They chose to come. It's their own choice to be fighting, not an obligation. Besides, if we don't fix this now, it will come back and bite us in the butt later.” Junto abandoned his friends and bolted to us. “Don't look back!” He yelled while shoving us deeper into the woods. An army of other vampires surfaced from the trees behind the fight with Dimitri. All of them had the same controlled look that Dimitri had, only a little less intense.

“I’m on the right side of these people. Not in their way.” I snorted and crossed my arms over my chest. “The right side? You are on the worst side. The shittiest, side. The side that will kill so many people and not blink twice whilst doing it. The side that will be the death of the werewolves and-“

He looked up at me and spat out a chunk of the man, and nodded, ready to go. I walked on, opening doors to make sure they were clear as we passed, knowing Xander and Elias probably had Balista cornered in one of them. I kicked in a door to the left, and no one was there. "Clear!" A few wolves ran past, but Seven stayed on my flank. Gunfire, growling, shouts, and screams echoed off the walls in the warehouse as we made our way through. I kicked open a door to the right. Nothing. "Clear!" Then I came to another door across the hallway and heard voices. I kicked it open, and Xander and Elias were standing there nude, having just shifted, and Balista and Sasha were backed against the wall.

Then it produces, with admirable commitment to idiocy: Of course. Because zombies were apparently the starter course. “Werewolves,” she says. “Yes.” “Government werewolves.” His eyes narrow faintly. “I wouldn’t put that on the recruitment poster.” “No, I imagine ‘serve your country, grow fangs’ had limited appeal.” “There wasn’t a poster.” “Shocking lack of transparency.” The humor tastes thin, but it holds. Barely. Maya looks down at the file because looking at Marcus is suddenly a larger task than anticipated.