Zombie Apocalypse Books For Adults Novelas e Histórias

Becky was happy to see her sister enjoying herself. Their next visitors announced themselves by their noisome stench—undead corporeal revenants or zombies. As they passed by the locker, Millie shook her wand at them, but nothing she did could remove their smells of rotting carrion and odoriferous human offal. This night, the zombies did not rush and eat the humans they encountered. Becky wondered whether they weren’t as hungry as usual. She need not have felt concerned as they stormed the space across from her family’s unit and brought out a few of the coffins stored there, intending to eat their contents. When they opened the coffins and gorged themselves on the vampires’ bodies, leaving a

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.

It’s about noon and Zane is walking down a highway littered with decaying cars. As he approached a nearby city, most of the cars had cracked or broken windshields. Sometimes he saw the odd humvee or a tank, they made great shelters for nighttime. This is the western apocalypse and it has been hell. He is about 5 '7 with long blonde hair blowing in the wind, a sturdy build, blue eyes with a narrow face, He wears a trench coat to stay warm and has a backpack of limited supplies. He travels alone mostly, at the start he traveled in groups of survivors of twenty to thirty people but they all succumbed to becoming food of the Pales.

She summoned him with her hand to follow her out of the room. She’d barely closed the door behind herself when Ebenezer began to speak with breathless urgency. “That evil boy of mine has my great, great, great, great, grandson. ’Tis time to call for help.” To her sorrow and dismay, he told of his frustration over being helpless to do anything for Edwin and Tim when they were taken by Malcolm’s vampires. His voice choked with emotion when he relayed how Tim’s neck was snapped just before he was about to give Malcolm the information that Edwin so stubbornly refused to give. She shuddered as he told of the vampires draining Tim’s blood before taking him to a pig farm in the Hamptons and tossin

Some doors still hung open. Others had blood smeared across them. No military. No police. No rescue convoys. Only silence, which was broken occasionally by distant sirens echoing through the valley below. The apocalypse had moved beyond panic. Now came the collapse. Evelyn stepped over scattered belongings near the edge of the motel lot while Rowan crouched briefly beside an abandoned SUV. “Tank’s empty,” he muttered. Of course it was. Fuel had already become survival. The electronic tone rang softly through Evelyn’s skull.

I knew better than to mention the words ‘zombies or apocalypse. If I told these hardened mobsters that the dead were going to rise and eat their faces in less than two weeks, they'd laugh me out of the room or tell me I belong in an asylum. They'll never take me seriously. Lucien knew it too—which was why he had simply told them we were preparing for an unprecedented war.

You ended it before it got close enough to tear someone apart. She had seen similar things before, just under a different sky. In her old world, mutated humans with collapsed abilities were worse than zombies because zombies were honest. Zombies wanted flesh, followed noise, and died when the brain was destroyed.

"In the late stages of the apocalypse, anti-inflammatory medicine will be the hardest to find. We should stock up now. Later, a single pill could be worth a cow." Mom bought a large supply of medicine from dealers—anti-inflammatories, cold and flu remedies, painkillers, antibiotics, bandages, disinfectants, thermometers, and more. I silently reviewed my chemistry formulas for the exam, paying no mind to the ridiculous stockpiling. Giselle reinforced the doors and windows and even installed solar panels on the balcony. Zombies later would chew through power lines, and the city would experience massive blackouts. Still, idiots would remain as idiots no matter how many times they were reborn.

m So upcoming books: Roberto and Zeth’s story Bruno Junior’s story (This is going to be very dark and depressing) Then….. a new Werewolf book, are there any readers who love the rejected mate troupe?

The infected weren’t the only threat anymore. That much had become clear over the past few weeks. It wasn’t just the shambling hordes of zombies that kept me awake at night, but the survivors—the desperate ones, the ones who had lost too much, the ones who saw others as nothing more than resources to take.