Novelas y relatos de Young Adult Zombie Books

Sarah muttered, rolling his eyes. Favour adjusted his glasses. “I’m going to sleep for a week. Maybe two and never read any book that has to do with zombies again.” “Boring,” Justin said with a grin. “Me? I’m hitting up the biggest buffet in town. And I’m not leaving until they roll me out.” “You’d be doing that even if there wasn’t a zombie apocalypse,” Collins quipped, earning a round of laughter. Jeff smiled faintly. “I just want to see my family again.”

I bit my lips, not to laugh out loud. “I know what that is,” curly-boy exclaimed, like a toddler in Jeopardy. “It’s when the words and letters jump around, making it difficult to read and write, right?” “Give the boy a medal,” I grinned. “So if you’re hoping I’m here to help you, you’re wrong! I’ll be sucking on your brain like a leach!” “Zombie,” the girl with the glasses said, patting the seat next to her and motioning me to sit down. “They’re the ones who eat brains.”

She was still in college back then. Her roommate in the bunk below had suddenly snapped, lunging forward and biting straight into the neck of another girl who had come to check on her. June still remembered it like it had just happened. Her roommate had lifted her blood-soaked face, jaws stretched wide, chunks of half-chewed flesh still clinging between her teeth. Strips of meat dangled as she stared straight at June, a wet, horrifying sound coming from her throat. Over the past four years, the world had been overrun with zombies. Everywhere you looked, people were panicking, barely holding it together.

Their eyes were empty, unfocused, and they were both wearing a strange, hollow smile. The rescue team leader stepped forward. "Mr. Sands? Mrs. Sands?" Dad suddenly clutched the tin of spam against his chest and shrank backward, his eyes wide. "Shh. Be quiet," he whispered, his voice shaking. "There are zombies out there. Going outside means death. "This is the last of our food. We have to ration it. We have to make it last." Mom nodded along beside him, completely serious. "One less mouth to feed. You'll get to live a few more days."

the girl yelled, her voice slurred. Drake chuckled darkly. “I want somebody pretty.” Wrapping his arm around her waist, he swiftly disappeared into a secluded corner with her. With a swift motion, he sank his fangs into her neck, his eyes darkening as he fed on her blood. The girl screamed and struggled against his hold, but Drake remained steadfast, draining her until she lay lifeless on the ground, her neck oozing blood. Stepping back, Drake observed his handiwork with a sense of satisfaction. “That wasn’t so bad.”

Yardley Novellas: A Season in Hell by Kenneth W. Cain Quiet Places: A Novella of Cosmic Folk Horror by Jasper Bark The Final Reconciliation by Todd Keisling Run to Ground by Jasper Bark Devourer of Souls by Kevin Lucia Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A Tale of Atomic Love by Mercedes M. Yardley Wind Chill by Patrick Rutigliano Little Dead Red by Mercedes M. Yardley Sleeper(s) by Paul Kane Stuck On You by Jasper Bark Anthologies:

For The Last Christmas A The Vampire’s Bride Christmas Bonus Zaira sat crouched in front of the high walls that surrounded the old manor. According to some very reliable sources, this particular vampire had chosen the most obvious of clichés and decided to reside in an old castle that scared the crap out of even the most badass hunters.

The zombie falls on me and I push it aside. Hurriedly, I got up again, only to find out that I'm surrounded by hungry zombies ready to tear me up, almost twenty of them. I try to grab my rifle, but a zombie already kick it aside while shuffling to me. The zombies flooded around me, though I kill some with my knife, but it's not enough. Soon, the zombies overpowered me, dipping their nails into my body then a rough, tiny zombie lady sink her teeth into my neck. In a matter of seconds, my whole body is covered in blood as they feasted on me, Zombie bite is a mix of extreme pain and irritation.

My mind went into a downward spiral, thinking up ways to survive a crazy, zombie apocalypse. 1.) Machetes instead of guns, that way I won't run out of ammo. 2.) Find reliable allies. Let's see, Rick has Daryl in The Walking Dead and Roberta has Addy in Z-Nation. Ok, so I guess werewolf friends would come in handy if there's ever an outbreak - but can a werewolf become a zombie? SHIT! I don't think I'd survive a zombie-werewolf apocalypse.

She’s always there, ready to split us apart. But I’m getting ahead of myself. I need to take a step back, to figure out how this all began. How I even got here in the first place. It all started in New York. New York, my God. It feels like a thousand lifetimes ago. I was just a normal, typical teenager, living with a mom who didn’t like me, and who I didn’t like either, and with an annoying little brother, who I loved. But, of course, nothing was normal. I was a hybrid, or so I would learn. A half-breed. Half human, half vampire. And coming of age at exactly the wrong time.