Zadr Invader Zim Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Eve was at one of the tower in Zeadin. She stands behind the ledge and rest her eyes upon the bright lights coming from Dzhimara. Zeadin was indeed a strategic place for war. The only thing they vampires lack off was their ability to shapeshift like the wolves. Thus, they would lose early when in war like they did years after her people genocide.

It's your mother's-] Cheng hawks around for a while before grinning a sinister one. He tugs the screen beside him and puts it in front of the girl's face... [Read this...I don't want to explain anything] [Welcome and congratulations to whoever is elected in the Z system. You have been nominated as the second human to ever reincarnate as the undead in your very next life! ... Please accept your mission] Three small tubes come out from the clear liquid. One of them displays a pocket watch while the others say accept and decline.

Shortly after, his face wore a delighted expression. "Biggy has been upgraded to become a Rank 10 Zombie!" "White Doll has been upgraded to become a Rank 10 Zombie!" "Scarlet has been upgraded to become a Rank 10 Zombie!" "Rayne has been upgraded to become a Rank 10 Zombie!" "Sven has been upgraded to become a Rank 10 Zombie!" "Skeletal Lady has been upgraded to become a Rank 10 Zombie!" "Rexy has been upgraded to become a Rank 10 Zombie!" "The 18 Sharp-Clawed Zombies have been upgraded to become Rank 9 Zombies!"

I survived the most dangerous and chaotic first three months of the zombie virus outbreak. One morning, the roar of helicopter blades came through the bunker's external microphones, followed by a military loudspeaker broadcast. "Attention all survivors. This is the Southwest Rescue Command rescue team. We have established a safe base. Survivors who hear this broadcast, proceed to the designated assembly point..." I stood up, took off my comfortable loungewear, changed into a black tactical gear and put on a stab-resistant vest. I slid two combat knives into my tactical boots and slung a cocked compound crossbow over my back.

☆☆☆ Inside It was foggy within but they could still see what lies buried within the cemetery, they walked stealthily like ghosts trying effectively not to attract unwanted attentions. The Zompires are dead creatures considered to be undead, their existence is a curse and an abomination of the hidden world itself. They are ludicrous and predictable unlike other creatures on the planet, they're visibly blind but attracted to noises and lights. They could transform others at will with just a bite but that differs between species. It hasn't been really tested on a dhampir but Rapidfire was not ready to try that out yet.

“You have exactly three seconds to explain why you are in my room, touching my mate, before I rip your throat out.” Zariel's smirk faltered for a second, but he quickly recovered, his hard resolve returning. “Oh, Zade, always so dramatic,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “I was just paying a friendly visit to your little mate. No need to get your fur in a twist.” “Friendly visit?” Zade repeated, his voice dangerously calm. “You think barging into my room, uninvited and laying your filthy hands on my mate is a friendly visit?”

Chapter 4 - Celestial Assassins Descend The full moon hung low over the jagged hills, bathing the world in cold silver light. High above, a shimmer cut through the stars—like a tear in the sky itself. Inside the craft, Zara gripped the controls, her glowing skin pulsing with faint blue veins. Her sister-warrior, Lira, sat beside her, sharp eyes fixed on the scanner. Their homeworld's cult-planet felt a lifetime away, but the rage burned fresh. Shrines desecrated. Kin violated. The priest would pay.

Five minutes later, a modified heavy-duty off-road vehicle burst through the gates of the Vanguard Base. In the back seat, I held tightly onto Jude Spencer, the young boy with awakening spatial abilities. His body was burning hot, the space around him visibly warping. Sweat drenched my forehead. "Stay with me. Don’t fall asleep." I steadied him while constructing an extremely complex spatial stabilization model in my mind. Outside, the roar of zombies was deafening. Several fast-moving Lickers leapt onto the roof, their claws tearing into the metal. Commander Morris let out a cold snort. Extending one hand out the window, he formed a spear of violet lightning and obliterated the creatures on

“I lost. I lost to Aminta.” “You said it yourself, she is invincible. That she is highly favoured by the Moon Goddess?” “I thought I had her.” I leave him alone for the rest of the evening. I amble to the packhouse and have dinner with the four gammas. “Alpha Zared,” Blagdan starts. “Just ‘Zared’ after tomorrow I expect,” I interrupt him. “Zared, when Nasir and I were washing Ahriman's body for the pyre we noticed … we noticed he was missing certain parts he took pride in.”