Zita Invader Zim Novels & Stories

Jacob roared, wanting to grab him but Zilda gripped him strongly to the wall. "We're on the verge of um getting impeached so, you're right. The Mizzeti has become uncontrollable and beyond our handling. They act like they are above the power and it's my respect for them that makes me hold back. As you said, they aided my ascension to this seat of power"

- he says in a deep, almost robotic voice- Key? What? What key? I make a face of not understanding. -Invitation? -Ask again. -Well ... you see ... Azael invited me. The guard makes a mocking expression and looks away to fix his eyes on me again. -Don't tell me, you're just another crazy bitch for him who tries to sneak in to see him.

She seemed very weak. "No. The Eyeless. Morton. She is the Eyeless" Hart shouted excitedly. "The Zombie fighter" Morton moaned. "What is she doing here?" he asked in confusion. "I don't know" Jansen let go of her. "You know I've been planning to meet you one day and pick it up with you. I just wish my boss here allows me to have a fight with you today" Hart walked towards her. He grabbed her arms and wanted to lift her on her feet.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

Project Revenant Activation: 71 Hours, 59 Minutes. She picked up a phone. “Zayn is with them.” A voice on the other end chuckled. “Good. Let them come.” The screen flickered. Then? It displayed a single name. "Dr. Azim Shah – Architect of Titan & Revenant." The woman smirked. “Let’s see if his daughter is as dangerous as they say.” Then? She pressed a single button. And the world began to change.

How do I tell her that her real identity is not of a feeble human but something powerful? Yes, Zara is not a human but one of the invincible wolves in the werewolf world, ALPHA WOLF.

He looked at the two of us and raised a brow at his brother’s appearance. “You told her already?” he asked Cygnus. “I just introduced myself formally.” Cygnus replied. Izar nodded, and I gasped as scales also appeared on his body—and a tail, too. “Andromeda, my name is Izar Caleum Zephyroth, Second King of the City of Zahiva, Emperor of the Planet Szol. I am also your soulmate, and I will stake my claim on you, my bangwi soh...” he said seriously, even bowing, which I didn’t expect.

"The Queen thinks she can break me by cloning my grief, but she forgot one thing. You can't break someone who has already been unmade." "She’s right, old man. Besides, the Garrison’s thermal vents are wide open. They’re venting the excess heat from those amber freaks," Zilo added, checking the charge on his kinetic rifle. He looked at Sofia with a mixture of wariness and loyalty. "The Sun-Eaters have a blind spot in the infrared spectrum. If we stay close to the sapphire dampeners, we’re invisible to their cores."

Aisha frowned deeply. “That’s not ordinary magic.” “No.” “That’s divine invocation.” “Yes.” “And it’s incredibly dangerous.” Zira nodded again. “That’s why Clay agreed.” I felt a slow tightening in my chest. “What’s the priestess’s name?” Zira looked directly at me. “Zimora.” I blinked. The name meant nothing. “I’ve never heard of her.” “That doesn’t surprise me.” “Why not?” “Because she doesn’t work with packs.” Aisha crossed her arms.