Z-o-m-b-i-e-s Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Close enough to hear the sound of another laughter, every bit as happy, free and bubbly as that of my sister. It’s her. It can only be her. My mind taunted me as the image of the only person my sister could be in that room flashed through my eyes for a millisecond. I didn’t believe it. I didn’t want to until I saw it. Through the slight crack in the door, I saw them; Zena and the Omega. Their backs were turned to me and they were both busy with something on Zena’s reading table. “I mean, why make a character boring when you can give them superpowers.” Zena said.

*Amber* I tug Adion closer, his tiny fingers gripping my shirt as he leans against me, his wide eyes darting between Zombie and the scattered blocks. The laughter between them echoes in the cozy room, a sound that feels both foreign and familiar. I take a deep breath, savoring the moment, before I turn my attention to Zombie, who’s now munching on a cracker with a thoughtful look on his face. “Hey, Zombie,” I begin, curiosity bubbling up inside me. “Have you ever thought about settling down? You know, finding a mate and having kids?”

Zoe The enhanced children's glowing eyes tracked our every movement like predators sizing up prey. My heart shattered seeing what Lucien had done to them, innocent faces twisted with unnatural rage, small bodies bulging with muscles that belonged to full-grown warriors. "Stay back," Damon commanded, but his voice carried sadness instead of fear. "They're not in control." A little girl who couldn't have been more than eight years old snarled at us through the bars, her fingernails elongated into claws. When she spoke, her voice carried an eerie echo.

’ Zoe said, lightly squeezing my cock through the fabric. “Are you alright, Henrik?” Tiberius arched his brow. “Super,” I answered, my voice a little higher than it should be. “Zoe, stop torturing your mate. None of us want to see that. And Zio Damon is in the same room.” Katrina rolled her eyes. “Zoe Alexandria Petridis, stop whatever you are doing.” Damon narrowed his eyes over his laptop. “Hands up where your Papa can see them, cousin.” Katrina laughed.

I introduced Mabel and Michael and she shook their hands as well but soon looked upset. "I apologize. I thought you all were hybrids. Let me get you two something else to drink," she said softly and grabbed both their glasses before scurrying off. I hadn't even realized that Damon was on his knees before Zuri and proposing to her. I glanced over just as she squeaked out a yes and jumped on him making him fall back onto the floor with his father and Grayson laughing at them rolling on the floor kissing once again. Mabel rolled her eyes about ready to scold them until Michael told her to let them enjoy the moment. Damon helped Zuri to her feet and hugged her tightly. They both were enamored wi

"I can't be Alpha if you're still in the Therians." Melisam was speechless. She glanced at the sad-faced Zloe. "I was kidding about being an Alpha," Zloe said. He did not want to look at Melisam. "I respect you, Melisam." Melisam felt guilty. Zloe was closer to Melisam to Rula Whitey, her biological mother. Zloe was always there for Melisam and vice versa. Melisam always felt terrible if Zloe had to give up his dream of becoming an Alpha in the Therians.

Instead, it was as simple as it could be, that is- MY DEMONIC FANGS ! They were sharply shaped dead cells around sensitive nerve endings and it was pretty safe to say that Zompano was going to be my meat at this hour of the day and I was going to make sure to relish each and every flesh and bone of his being. Rogue Demons might be disgusting to look at but Demon Meat was Demon Meat- juicy, luscious and stomach warming. “I can’t wait, Danielle,” Damon whined through the mindlink as I watched Zompano hysterically try to break free from our hold for some time. Pfft. Such a miserable loser. “What are you waiting for ?” he impatiently asked.

Lafeya repeated himself. “ Fine, but I'll tell you who I am of you tell me what I want to know” I eyed him suspiciously, hoping he will agree to strike a deal with me. He nodded his head in agreement. Taking another gulp of water, I began my story. “ My name is Zoa, Zoa McClure. My parents are Maria and Tommy McClure. I have four siblings, Jason and Jeremy are seven, and Jojo is two. Most people call him Noël with me as an exception. I wanted him to be named Joey but that's his middle name. I live in New York with my parents. I'm sixteen, I'll be turning seventeen next month. Although I'm in my final year in high school, I skipped a grade. Most of my peers are eighteen but I don't really car

I love how he can set my entire core on fire, making me beg and plead for him to finish what he started without a lick of shame tarnishing my feverish, glowing skin. As he uses his tongue to flick my erect clit, he slowly inserts a long thick finger inside me. I moan, stretching around him, opening my eyes and using my elbows to prop myself up. Peering down at him, I suck in the beautiful, erotic and sinful sight before me. Zion looks like he can do this all day, just for fun. And fuck me… I revoke my vow and feel like a foolish naive little nun for my previous declaration about me never fucking a Kindred or wanting to breed and carry their offspring.

His new Upgrade Camera (Shockproof & Anti-Cringe) emitted a bright blue light, recording every detail of the bowl of Indomie in front of him with a hysteria Bima had never witnessed before. Bima reflexively pulled his bowl of Indomie out of the reach of ZF-BOSS’s filthy hands. Dammit, this zombie was absolutely content-obsessed. "Hey! This is Master Juri’s Indomie! Not for you to steal!" Lia screeched, swiftly blocking ZF-BOSS with her crowbar. ZF-BOSS stumbled back slightly, but his eyes remained locked on the Indomie in Bima’s hand. Mmmph… Master Juri… needs… extra portion content! Indomie Hero… must… sacrifice…!