Zita Invader Zim Novels & Stories

"They aren't a place, Papa. They're Siphon. And they've already started eating Mama." The "Original" Zora wasn't a victim in stasis. She was the System Architect. And she didn't want a sister; she wanted a fresh set of organs.

“The terrain was difficult. The interference from the Sterlings and the Cross network was ....” “The terrain?” Lord Zima interrupted, letting out a dark, mocking bark of laughter. Zima was the youngest of the four, dressed in a suit that cost more than a small hospital. “You are a Volkov, Viktor. Your people were born in the snow. You don't get to blame the terrain for letting a bleeding woman and a nanny outrun a tactical unit with night optics.” “It wasn't just a woman,” Viktor said, his voice dropping into a dangerous register. “It was Evelina Prokofiev.”

) isn’t a total pervert. I sigh. “Korrin?” “Mmm?” “How tall are you?” “Around 8’1…why?” I breathe a laugh. “Just wondering if all zareth are giants.” “We are,” he says while standing still under the water. “I’m actually not considered tall.” “Oh?” “Mhm, I’m the leader and the one with the strongest frequency and magic, but there are zareth warriors who are much taller than me.” “Magic?” “I can use magic in my world,” he pauses, then says, “Using zareth magic in your world is forbidden. Our elders have said it is dangerous and could make other creatures notice us if we did…” There is silence again. “There is something I need to ask.”

Do not release her or feed her unless it is by my orders. I stared at the broken fragments on the ground, not saying another word in defense. With a loud clank, the door was locked shut. As the darkness consumed me, the system's alarm bells rang out in my head. [Host's vitality: 18 hours remaining. Protective shield status: 30% damaged.] [A massive zombie swarm is estimated to arrive in six hours.] I could hear Alison whining on the other side of the metal door, "Let it go, Jeff. Juliet didn't mean to do it, so don't punish her too harshly.

Kamdiri responded. "Zara'm if then, you are not a werewolf, how did you get to survive the varmints, I mean the poisonous insects? since you don't have healing ability" Kambiri interjected to her with a question. "Am invulnerable to disease, can't be affected by disease" Zara'm answered. "So you are not just a human, I have known that," Kambiri asked. "And so she is not just a human" Wisdom whispered to Bella as Bella nods "Yeah I have known that" Bella replied.

She patted her face to make herself more conscious. It's impossible. The eyes of the zombies are blood red, and their skin will quickly become old, dry, or decayed. The blood vessels under the skin will also turn green - of course, the blood vessels of the fourth generation of mutated zombies that have appeared in recent years are black, but no matter what, zombies cannot mutate to be the same as living people!

Braze looked around. The lamp? Where is the lamp? " Guardian Yvonne was up on top of Braze. " I don't know. I think it got lost when we landed on earth. " Braze could finally sense that Azura had outsmarted him somehow. " Foolish lad! Do you even know what you have done? You unleashed an invasive species on this planet. Jinns can be very notorious unless tamed. That one was a leader of them. Your forefathers took him captive when they drove their fleet away and prevented them from entering Chemora.

Xia grip on the zombie neck tightened, her twinkling phoenix eyes as if it had stars in them as she slowly approached the zombie ears, she says, “I forgot to tell you. I am immune to zombie virus” she muttered so sweetly but her words were still regarded as if every word she uttered was covered with thorns, it sent goose bumps to his greyish skin and sent chills to his infected cell for the last time, before he felt his body exploding.

Zinjo roared loud enough to scare the grotesque hoard back a few feet, “We are visiting dignitaries, This is Aurelia princess and heir to the throne of Shadowfen, and I am Zinjo of Kiazangi.” The giant's expression changed to one of utter devotion, “I am Isaac Harbinger. My research made real,” He fell to his knees and gripped Zinjo's pantleg, “Tell me the formula for such a change. Your forms represent everything I ever hoped to achieve. Please tell me.” The desperation in his voice and the anger in Zinjo's face at his words put tension on the scene.