Zombie Books 2024 Novels & Stories

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.”

At the base entrance, the guard stopped us for the usual inspection. “Your infection test came back negative, right?” I nodded. The guard was just about to let me through when Ethan Cross, the team’s new medic, suddenly spoke up. “Wait, Captain. What about that scratch on your arm from the mutated rat?” The air froze. The guard’s expression changed at once. “Captain Hale, is that true?” I gritted my teeth. “It is. But the wound has already been treated, and I have antibodies.” “I’m carrying a top-level mission. I need to enter the base immediately.” The guard hesitated, his hand already moving toward the gate controls. But Ethan stepped across my path and blocked me. “Captain! Y

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor

“Just the pair I was looking for,” Ezekiel’s face lit up when he saw me and the wolf walk into the room. My eyes darted to Luna Ximena who stood off to the side. Like her son, she wore her emotions on her sleeve, and it was very evident something was upsetting her. Now was not the time to be falling apart. Within a few minutes, the stooges would advance on us, and without knowing exactly what Ezekiel’s reaction would be, on top of not being able to calculate for all mishaps, we were treading in dangerous waters. Araya would be able to mask their presence, but once inside, once in the room, there was no telling how long it would take for her to fix this issue. How long would we have to hold o

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Maybe she could ask Zoran if she could spend a couple of hours here every day. Walking down the isles, she noticed all kinds of books. Some on witchcraft, others on vampires, elves, unicorns, dragons.. everything she’s ever read a fantasy book about, there was plenty of information on it. Just as she was going back to the first floor to wait on Zoran, she saw it. The werewolf section. She couldn’t control herself. She had already glanced at all the other books but those. Slowly, she made her way over, looking at all the titles and covers. Finally, she found what she was looking for. Reaching up, her fingertips grazed the spine as a hand grabbed her wrist.

Cameron said as one of the bodies snapped its teeth at the birds that pecked it, the food trying to eat that which sought to eat it. “Yep,” Jules agreed grimly. “They’re all still… Well, pfft,” he blew out his breath. “Can’t call them alive.” “Feisty?” Harry suggested. “That will do it,” Jules smiled up at his mate. “The bodies on the ground are still feisty. We have the zombie-infected sheep and the true zombie-sheep.” “Will vampire blood cure the infected ones, do you think?” Cameron wondered. “Or hybrid blood?”

My hands trembled and I closed my eyes and bit my lips to calm myself. " Fuck! Is this true?" I stattered. I had to go to school early so that I can go to the library and find a book about werewolves myths. I wanted to know what kind of mark is this that just appeared in my nape. I wanted to know my origins. If I'm not a mortal like them, who am I? Our fellow people once told me that I'm the plague in our town Ragnarok and many died. Some said that most of the deceased people were all eaten by a wild animals. They said that wolves was the one who attacked them during hunting.

“So, who do you live with then? Your mum?” “No, my mum's dead too. I live with my older brother.” I added saving him the stress of having to ask. The truth seems to be working, I just have to edit the unnecessary parts, like the fact that my brother is a vampire that is about to be crowned king of the underworld.

I just couldn’t tell what it was, but it was different and I didn’t like it. “I’m come with a message from the new leader of the subterranean vampires,” he said. “I beg your pardon?” I said with confusion. “There are more vampires living below ground?” “Queen Sybil’s kingdom,” he said warily. “Have you forgotten your mother’s kingdom already?”