Romans & histoires Wyatt Zombies 2

Oherwise, she wouldn’t have looked so distant as if she was staring at a stranger. Tyr continued to cry, but Lydia didn’t seem to feel anything about him. All four zombies lifted a corner of the white sedan chair respectively as they leaped into the air and jumped out of the Temple. “Mom, don’t leave me!” Tyr shrieked loudly. He kept slashing at the white silk fabric around him with the blade as he chased after the zombies who whisked the sedan chair away. He discovered that he had lost their trail when he sprinted out of the Temple and arrived at the other end of the building.

Johnny teased with his signature smirk when Lucas entered the meeting room. “Beta,” Lucas clapped back without blinking internally pleased when Johnny grumbled. Turning away from his best friend, he found Sierra and Bobby near the head of the table discussing something on Bobby’s tablet. Behind them, the screens they had installed showed the local and national news along with weather forecasts and video feeds across the pack territory. Lucas spared it a momentary glance but not much else. The weather looked to be finally warming up. A young woman had been found dead near a national park and all was quiet on the borders of the pack territory.

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

“They’re called Drupas. They don’t exactly have superpowers, but they’re very hard to kill. If you want to kill them, you have to cut off their heads, which is very hard to do, considering that they're also very fast. It's why they're used as soldiers here. On the other hand, you can kill them really fast if you possess superpowers like I do, using the spell I used earlier. There are not many people with the kind of power required to kill them using a spell though. Killing them with the spell will drain one of power for quite a while though, especially if there are a number of them like there were earlier, so be mindful of that if you plan to kill them that way should you run into any more o

What was this duo up to? Their house was beautifully decorated, but the colours were not the best. “How are you finding the place so far?” aunt Zora asked while we were eating. She turned to Zach whom she had strategically put next to her. Either she had great maternal instincts or she was so used to playing games and manipulating people. “Do you like it here, Zach?” “Yes, I want to see the werewolves,” he said, excitedly, making aunt Zora go pale. Bonnie gasped. “Emilia thinks there are many of them in this town. Werewolves are so cool.”

Thank you for reading Wolfbane. This now begins book 2 of the series, Wolfblood, which introduces some new characters and also continues Jasmine and Blake's story. Please note that this book is quite a bit darker than the first one, and contains some triggers, but I hope you will enjoy it anyway! Happy reading! *** TALIA

he asked with wide eyes. I nodded slowly and his mouth dropped open. I closed my eyes, trying to focus, “A few nights ago, I had another nightmare. Parker was shot by the Hunters. When I had the nightmare, I just assumed that was all it was. Until just a moment ago; I had the dream again.” I paused for a moment, feeling emotion clog in my throat, “Parker is going to die. I saw it with my own eyes. Felt the bond break.” Wyatt opened his mouth to speak, and then closed it. Only to repeat that a few more times before finally finding the words, “So what you’re telling me, is that you are a zombie, that can dream about the future, and Parker is going to die?”

I couldn’t undermine what it was; I never found out no matter how many times she did it. … The sound of horses rolling in from several areas of the pack made me jump in excitement. The classical male wolves from noble families in their rich tuxedos, the 1960s musicians who were always there to entertain, and the elders in their roped-up attire—all here for the celebration.

I wish I could dissolve into the wall I leaned on. Their fight leads to Violet shoving the tray of nail paints, my mom bought. Among the shreds of glasses, I saw the pocket knife I bought out of a sense of security. A pocket knife with a wooden handler and purple colour nail paint smeared on it, just like the one sitting in one of the drawers of Bash's bedside table. *

He declared running his fingers on the note at the bottom left of the note where the name he mentioned appeared. “If their mother is a vampire then they are vampires.” Amaya analyzed. “I think we should call Marissa,” Hadrian said. “There is another name here, Zachary Taylor. It must be another Vampire. Amaya, you're dealing with five vampire brothers.” Hadrian scolded, raising his voice at the last sentence. “I'm sorry.” Amaya whined. “Go and get some rest. I have three lines of sentences left to finish the note and I would destroy it afterward.” Hadrian said.