Novel & Cerita Young Adult Zombie Books

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

Various theories have the library being built there by aliens, by a civilization ten thousand years old, or by a race of vampires. Caitlin let the book fall from her lap, her mouth open in shock, and it landed with a thump on the floor. She sat straight up, feeling a jolt. She suddenly felt wide awake, as if she had just lost all sense of time and place. She picked the book up again, her throat dry, and read the words again and again, desperately, like a castaway starving for water.

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Within a matter of days, they would wipe out all New Yorkers. And then the city would be theirs. Not just below ground, but above ground. It would be the beginning, the siren call for every coven in every city, in every country, to follow suit. Within weeks, America would be theirs, if not the entire world. And Kyle would be the one who started it all. He would be the one remembered. The one who put the vampire race above ground for good.

The Devil laughed and laughed. "This is working like magic" he continued laughing. "Raymond, I need you to do something for me" he turned to Raymond. Raymond stood at ease raising his chin up. He was ready to obey any other he gave to him. "Slap her!" he commanded her Raymond slapped Grace hard instantly making her fall off. "Now, my mission for you us this. You made a vaccine for the zombies at Newland Elite Schools. I'm not interested in the vaccine. I have interest in the method you used in administering it. Using mosquito" he clapped lightly probably to commend Raymond.

“Megan’s story about the woman wanting to build an army to overthrow the government is just that, a story. Oh, the old woman was working on building an army alright - as are others - but it isn’t to over throw the government. In the darkness of the shadows of life, a war has been raging for centuries. It is between the zombie leaders and the vampires.” When I gasped, he raised his hand to stop me. “Don’t get hung up on the vampire image you find in movies and books. Nor the zombie image, for that matter. They aren’t like that. Just like advanced zombies can blend in with society undetected by the average human, so can vampires.

Zelena. I opened my eyes slowly. The sun was already shining brightly through the window. I reached my arm behind me and felt around the bed. I sat up quickly and looked around the room. Gunner wasn’t there. I took a deep breath and yawned stretching my arms out. Wait, my chest didn’t hurt. I twisted my back from side to side waving my arms in the air, my ribs didn’t hurt at all. I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through

He pushed the meat fork with the worms through the grate. Immediately, Mr. Who shot forward and ate the first worm straight off the fork. His claws scratched the sheet metal floor. Nick's next words were just a whisper. "And you don't like Mr. Who." Something determined came into his face and just as Mr. Who turned to the second worm, Nick jerked the long meat fork forward and pinned it against the little wooden house. The little Proles gave an inhuman scream as the prongs penetrated his body. One straight in the muzzle, one in the throat. It was only a brief noise, then the body twitched a few more times and then hung lifelessly on the fork.

Bones and blood… Dark and twilight demons. It’s cold. It’s so cold. No feeling. Cold – at least I’m used to that. The zombie sat motionless six feet from the brightly burning campfire and stared at it with an unblinking gaze. Damn flames. I hate fire. Fire burns my blood. It eats up my spirit.

Ferdinand couldn’t believe what he saw when he came back to the laboratory. On a huge cylindrical glass tube was a zombie, based on its appearance. She was a girl probably around 12-14 years old when she was still alive. There’s a rotting wound on her shoulder, smeared with black blood, and her eyeballs turned white all over. Her skin was bluish-pale, while a sticky dark liquid continuously sliding down to her chin. She was groaning, growling, banging on the thick glass and glaring at all the researchers in pure greed.