Zombie Book Names Novels & Stories

The first zombie broke through the defenses, its rotting fingers grabbing the edge of the deck as it climbed up! "Ah!" Screams erupted instantly. The zombie was bloated. Its eyes hung on its cheeks as it lunged straight at me. "Clarissa!" Hans yelled, immediately raising his gun and aiming at the zombie in front of me. The next second, he was immediately drawn to Winnie's scream. "Hans! I'm scared!" He hesitated for a second before immediately turning his gun toward the zombies near Winnie. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach.

"Why is it so loud this early..." His voice was cut off. On the screen back in the bunker, Julian's pupils widened. He froze as if someone had cast a curse on him. The once-bustling downtown streets had become a hellscape. Burning vehicle wrecks were everywhere. Torn flesh and innards littered the ground, and hundreds, maybe thousands, of bloodstained zombies staggered through the streets. One zombie lay sprawled on the hood of a sedan, greedily gnawing on a human leg.

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?

We were on high alert all the way. The emergency lights were strobing, threatening to fizz out at any moment. The air was thick with the stench of blood and the rancor of rotten flesh. The growls of zombies added to the noise in the air. Right when we were about to arrive at the exit, a familiar voice called out for help, "Help! Please!" We checked out the source of the shout and realized it was Yves. He was trapped in a corner, and three zombies were tearing his flesh out. His right arm was ripped from his torso, and blood spurted like a fountain.

I bit my lips, not to laugh out loud. “I know what that is,” curly-boy exclaimed, like a toddler in Jeopardy. “It’s when the words and letters jump around, making it difficult to read and write, right?” “Give the boy a medal,” I grinned. “So if you’re hoping I’m here to help you, you’re wrong! I’ll be sucking on your brain like a leach!” “Zombie,” the girl with the glasses said, patting the seat next to her and motioning me to sit down. “They’re the ones who eat brains.”

“Died? What are you saying? My father is dead?” “It’s hard for me to explain this to you, but you need to think about this differently. Vampires live through many incarnations. Many of us have gravestones, even though we are living today. I myself, under different names, am buried in many cemeteries in many countries. Obviously I am not really dead, or buried. But at the time, the locals needed to be assured that I was. We had to stop the evidence, reassure them that I wasn’t coming back to life. And a burial and a tombstone was the only thing that would put them at ease.

A creepy feeling raised the hair on his skin, and something told him that Rynd was close. As Kyle walked into the fog, he heard a slight creaking, and looked up and spotted something moving. As the fog parted, Kyle could make out a barren forest of dead trees, and as he looked closer, he saw objects hanging from the branches. As he stepped forward and examined them, he realized they were bodies—humans—dead, hanging upside down by their feet, tied by rope to the branches. They swung slowly in the wind, and the sound of rope creaking on wood permeated the air. From the look of these corpses, it seemed they had been killed long ago; their skin was blue, there were telltale holes in their necks,

‘Don’t worry ice cream, we’ll destroy her like we did before and this time she won’t take anything with her. I swallowed hard. ‘She almost…’ ‘Trust me.’ I nodded, taking a deep breath. “Advanced monsters?” the Beta asked as we lingered over that possibility for a second. “Worse,” I said quietly. Charlie sat up now. “There was once a book with lists of-of undead creatures that demons or any other evil being can reform undead from the underworld into…” “Where is it then?” the Gamma asked but Charlie’s face already answered it. “The book of the undead was said to be in every packhouse but I’ve searched everywhere. I even pulled out a search crew to ma-make it easier. Nothing was… found.”

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

Whatever unease she had earlier is already fading, replaced by something much more like her. “So,” she starts, nudging my arm lightly like she does when she wants my attention, “I started this new book last night.” I glance at her, catching the small excitement in her expression, then go back to stretching my arm across my chest. “It’s about zombies,” she continues, her voice picking up. “Like actual dead people walking around and eating others. It’s kind of disgusting, but also really good.” “And there is this guy,” she goes on, lowering her voice just a little like she is letting me in on something important. “He is technically dead, but not fully gone. Like he still thinks and talks and…