Wyatt Zombies Novels & Stories

Biggie, Scarlet, White Doll, and Rayne! Rank 3 Male Zombie, Rank 2 Male Zombie, Rank 1 Female Zombie.

"You saying that only proves to me that he did. He's clearly hypnotised you not to speak of it though." "Well, that's a little ridiculous, don't you think? I mean, surely he would have hypnotised me not to tell you about him and Harley." "Vampires are not that intelligent, Kiara. They don't always think of the obvious." "Even still… I'm sorry, Dad. I don't think I can do this." Folding his arms across his chest, Zander turned to his youngest daughter, looking down at her. "I'm afraid that you don't have a choice. Join me on this crusade or end up in a shallow grave along with them."

Garry Vallens shouted from outside the study room while Evan Potter frowned as he felt that something unexpected will happen. And, that unexpected... are the zombies outside are forcing themselves to enter the building they used as a base now. They blocked the entranced tightly but still, the zombies could enter the building easily like there was no blockade before. Gabrielle Collins followed behind Garry Vallens while Ariel Montes and Zeke Santos followed behind Gabrielle Collins. "How could they enter?" Tyler Smith couldn't believe of what he had seen outside. They already blocked the entrance tightly that almost an insect couldn't enter.

She couldn’t help but feel defensive over her twin, it was the first time she had seen her cry in front of their parents ever since they were young. “Zella Violet Vailant, your dearest older twin sister, decided that it was a good idea to give herself up to a random man and have herself knocked up with his bastard.” Skye felt her twin flinch under their mother’s scathing tone, and almost instinctively Skye held her sister tighter closer to her as if hiding her from a bad person.

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”

To Koba-VRDA (Encrypted Message) [Saoji Eyes - 2019, 01 January] An eyewitness could take a photo of a vampire who was passing in an Exposed state. No need to worry. Eyewitnesses took pictures in a state of unpreparedness, and the results of the photographs were unclear. I have obscured the witness' memory with Simple-Hipno. [Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April]

Raymond once again halted Ravi's steps when he tried to open the front door. "I have to go; don't hold me back this time." As Ravi opened the door, in a swift motion, he was pulled back by Raymond, and his eyes widened as Raymond's wings emerged and immediately enveloped Ravi in a tight embrace. For a brief moment, Ravi could see Adrian there, brandishing his sword high, and everything went dark.

He claps his hands, "Cook!" Cook comes out of the kitchen in his human form, carrying a barrel. Aluna and Anahita follow, giggling and carrying trays. Their cheeks are flushed and I'm certain that they have already been tasting whatever is in the barrel. More waterwolves follow with more trays of glasses. Then come the airwolves with trays of burned burgers and hotdogs and greasy french fries. Actually, my mouth starts watering! Even at the disgusting burned burgers. "Today," calls out Alpha Graydon Airwolf, "Today we celebrate."

I scoffed in disbelief, "I was just bidding my time!" And like he didn't even hear me, he gave a slight nod of his head, humming, "Unpopular opinion, but you do suit each other. Resurrected Demon and Zombie Bride." I could only look at him with my mouth hanging but then it hit him. I snorted as I realized what he was trying to do, "Damn you!" I burst out laughing through my tears strained face. I had thrown my head on the headrest. The night played like a reel in front of my eyes. My smile seized, and I mumbled in the night, "What had just happened?"

TYSON After my body was able to metabolize all the wolfsbane and finally heal properly, my brother and I started planning the memorial service we'd have to hold later that week. The final count for our pack was ten dead, which was a very good number considering, especially since we had never trained for battle with wolfsbane. The experience still traumatized me, and I was determined to follow through on my dedication to becoming tolerant. No more fucking around. Practically dying out on that battlefield was a huge wake-up call.