Zeta Zombie Novels & Stories

The omega understood her confusion and again smiled gracefully. "I was a part of Gordon Wolf Pack," Zinnia knew this pack, it was destroyed by Vampire King himself 3 years ago. The Alpha of that pack was a well known example of werewolves never thinking about the women of vampire territory. The Alpha visited vampire kingdom once and got obsessed with one of the Vampires here, he tried to take her away, kidnap her and used many tricks to get her but the woman requested the vampire king to save her and he did.

She doubted a zombie would be able to locate her there, even an advanced zombie. One of the things about zombies that stayed with them, no matter how much of their thinking and motor skills returned was the fact that they had poor night vision, depth perception, and were color blind. Those factors went in her favor since the opening to the root cellar was beneath a very realistic looking shrub that was attached to the trap door. Its coloring varied from those it was amongst only by the slightest degree and, unless you ran your hand over it, you’d never guess it wasn’t real. Combine that to the fact that it was nighttime, and she felt safe in her selection of hiding places.

Then he stepped closer. Something primal slithered through the air. It wrapped around me, warm and electric, like static before a storm. And then—I felt it. A ripple. A tug. Deep in my chest. Like a string being pulled tight. My breath caught. “What the hell,” I muttered. Zane stopped just short of me, so close I could smell his cologne—dark wood, smoke, and something sharp underneath. His eyes scanned me, like he was seeing more than what I was. Like he could see through me. “You’re an omega,” he said. I blinked. “I’m a what?”

When I woke up, I stretched lazily before the comments appeared in my vision again: [Whoa, talk about bloody! There's nothing scarier than human nature in the apocalypse!] [Yeah, it really magnifies the darkness of humanity…] [To think he could even do that to his own parents… what an animal!] [What a selfish scum! He could do anything for a mouthful of food!] I turned on the surveillance and saw Charles and his parents fighting each other, bloodied and bruised, all over a single pack of instant noodles. "You old hag! Why are you fighting me for this food when you've got cancer?"

Either way, I fell hard for him, even if he scared me. When I was sixteen, everything changed. The entire world changed because we realized we weren’t alone. I’m not talking about aliens. Nope, crazy as it sounds, I’m talking about Zombies. Not the slow, dumb kind. It turns out zombies are fast, strong, intelligent, and vicious. Not only do they eat brains, but they will eat human flesh if brains are available. We didn’t get zombies from a virus, a vaccine, or any of the normal things in the books, movies, or TV shows. It turns out zombies come from a mutated human gene that activates after death. This mutated gene is inherited by one's father if he carries the mutation.

Streams of white light energy hit them and sent them and the bodies they possessed down into the abyss. I moved my hand, aimed at zombies, and sent them to the darkness of the Underworld. A zombie in the form of a naked shifter had cracked the back of a screaming Neratomay Elder, and I shot it, sending the both of them into the abyss. Paul was punching a zombie that had entered the body of a Were-bear, its mouth the size of an alligator. Though Paul knocked the bear off balance, the bear wasn't stunned. I aimed my power at the bear's cavernous mouth seconds before it would have locked onto Paul's face. I returned that abomination to the Underworld. "Paul, you can't fight them!" I yelled. "St

,she asked again , thinking that she had not heard him clearly. "Yeah, you know what a werewolf is?",asked Zane "Yeah of course I know what a werewolf is!",said Natalie nervously. "So...what are you?!"asked Zane smiling widely. "Yeah.umm..",said Natalie,"I am a werewolf" Utter happiness glowed in Zane's eyes and he said,"You serious?!" She nodded her head happily and said,"YES!" "HOLY APOLLO! How did you survive?! I thought I was the only one alive of my kind!",asked Zane

to express his joy. After a while, Ava's resentment and Cheng's satisfaction ends when the girl shrieked in surprise. Her eyes never leave the picture of the apple green skin that covered some of her flesh. One of her feet and some of her fingers reveal a bare-bones view. "I am a zombie?" Her face twisted in confusion... [Even the name is “Z system” it's a written you will have an appearance of a zombie!"] Cheng palms his forehead in strain. Firmly believe that she is somewhat foolish in certain things just a little bit more talkative than her mother...

“That one… he’s a different breed entirely.” I looked at him. “You mean Franco?” “Yes. Or whatever it calls itself. He’s what they call a Zeta.” My brow furrowed. “A Zeta? What’s that?” Papa shifted, groaning slightly as he adjusted his position. “A Zeta is no ordinary wolf, Eleanor. They’re trained like assassins—deadly, precise, and terrifyingly strong. The strength of twenty wolves in one body. Sometimes more. They don’t just fight… they calculate. They erase”

I looked calmly at the dark barrels pointed at me and asked, “Are you sure you want to do this? If Ruth comes back, you’ll die a very ugly death.” “She’s not coming back!” Dan roared. “There are three S-class zombies out there. She’s dead for sure!” “Stop wasting more time. Shoot him!” Callie shrieked. Dan was just about to pull the trigger when suddenly, a deafening crash exploded behind them. The door behind them was violently smashed open, and a mutated zombie burst inside with a furious roar. Everything happened so fast. It all happened too quickly. Callie, scared out of her wits, immediately grabbed Dan beside her and shoved him toward the lunging zombie.