Zombie Apocalypse Books With Romance Novels & Stories

Celie and Lisa would be coming afterwards. Lisa had already switched off the lights and had just lain down in her own bed, ready to go to sleep when Celie suddenly spoke. Sensing that her cousin was not sleepy yet and wanted to talk, Lisa sat up and propped her pillows to lean her back on. She turned on her bedside lamp and looked at her cousin in the dim light. She observed that Celie's complexion looked different, a lot paler, but it must be because of the darkness of the room. “Are we talking about that man you met yesterday through the Flames app? The one with the mysterious eyes?” asked Lisa.

I sighed wishing they would hurry up and let us board. The flight home wasn't bad, the first class section hardly had anyone in it. I read most of the way home to keep my mind off of Seth and on the Zombie apocalypse. I was obsessed with anything Zombie related. This particular book followed a girl who had been separated from her group and was trying to make her way back. It was actually really good and made the flight go by.

P. Marie Anne Lawrence. 1980 - 2020 Beloved wife, mother and sister. Seeing her mother's name etched on one of these gravestones was one of the worst fears that Harley had whilst growing and now that she was older, and it was a reality, it caused great pain rather than fear. She was just eighteen years old when her mother died. Two years ago, everything had been perfect. Their lives couldn't have been better… Until one night when her parents were out on a hunt and a vampire from a particularly powerful clan had attacked her mother while her father was already in a fight of his own. That night, when Zander had come home with his clothes bloodstained and his eyes red raw, she knew straight awa

She was not dead. When I saw her crimson eyes, I smelled a familiar scent on her. The scent of blood. My blood. “Elena, thank you. For exchanging your blood with mine. Your blood turned me into a vampire.” Sylvia leaned against Kael’s chest, smiling sweetly. I recalled all the years after our marriage. Every time I lay down in my coffin to sleep, my body always felt unbearably heavy. The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion.

They broke into a quick jog across the mining slope as the zombie crowd slowly closed in. Hayley and the others followed at the rear. After a few minutes of running, they came down section by section from the hillside. The closer they got, the more sinister and unsettling the building looked. The lower walls were covered in thick patches of dark green moss. Sharp clusters of weeds clung to the wall, growing alongside a massive banyan tree nearby. Bones were scattered here and there on the ground. It was impossible to tell whether they belonged to humans or animals. The apocalypse had been going on for nearly two years now. Zombies didn't infect animals, but they did eat them.

Hands pushing my dress up, fingers tracing every bruise like he was memorizing where it hurt so he could kiss it better later. “You’re mine to protect,” he growled, biting down on my neck. “Not Alex’s little bodyguard. Mine.” I arched under him, a soft moan slipping out as his hand slid between my legs, finding me already wet. He cursed under his breath and pushed two fingers inside without warning. “Fuck, Zarah. This is what almost getting hurt does to you?” I bit my lip hard to stay quiet, hips moving against his hand. He added a third finger, stretching me, his thumb circling that spot that made my eyes roll back.

Narrowing her eyes, she asked, "Zayla, he's the one who saved you? But I heard that after the first rescue team left Zone A, the zombies went into a frenzy. By the time the second team arrived, no one who had been left behind in Zone A had survived. How did you make it out?" I wasn't entirely sure what she was getting at. Shrugging, I said, "Does it matter? I'm alive. That's enough." "Of course it matters. The virus wasn't even in Zone A before, and then suddenly, right after you announced your engagement, the outbreak started? A little too convenient, don't you think?" She let the implication hang in the air before adding, "The apocalypse is beyond our control, but we can't rule out the pos

I’d been up all night studying both ancient and modern texts to help me to understand and possibly find a cure for zombism. After multiple lengthy conversations with my lover and fellow doctor, Peter, and my very good friend, Megan, - who was a wickedly knowledgeable witch and zombie hunter - I’d concluded that, like vampirism, zombism was caused by a virus. My belief was reinforced by the fact that Peter had secretly given me an inoculation to prevent zombism – in a very sly and naughty way, I might add - before he felt comfortable and confident enough to share the facts about the world I was living in with me. The inoculation consisted of a low dose of the vampire virus. It wasn’t enough

“Through ritual and magic, he killed and removed the spider and its web from my head; hence breaking the connection to the priestess and stopping the death process within me. To do this, he needed to infect me with an antidote. This antidote didn’t kill me, but it altered me forever. I am not dead, but I am no longer a mere human. “Megan’s story about the woman wanting to build an army to overthrow the government is just that, a story. Oh, the old woman was working on building an army alright - as are others - but it isn’t to over throw the government. In the darkness of the shadows of life, a war has been raging for centuries. It is between the zombie leaders and the vampires.”

When she took her nightgown off and declared that she was mine, I couldn’t help myself. The problem is I won’t be able to go back to resisting. Now that I’ve had her, there’s no going back. I can’t take it slow with her. My urges won’t let me. Being a zombie makes everything intense when it comes to hunger and sexual urges. Feelings, on the other hand, become more apathetic, well, most feelings at least. I haven’t seemed to have lost my feelings for Lacey. I still question if I love her or not and if I’m capable of love.