Zombie Books With Female Leads Novelas e Histórias

Everything floated, except for the witch's cauldron. He spread his wings and flew to a chair that floated along with a table with a drink sitting on it. When he was seated, he took the drink and drank. Blood Wine, he thought. Death flew to the sorcerer's side. Draven finished the drink and flew flying across the room. He circled the normal tree and flew to the bookshelves floating. He circled a bottle shelf and decided to go down. He folded his wings and landed next to the witch. "What are we going to do next, Finn?" Death asked. "Vampires and ghosts have taken over the small cities of the United Kingdom." It adds.

Zelena. Zoe. Gunner’s first time, his only other time. Why the heck is she still around? After being banished, she was meant to leave. She should be far away from Tri-Moon by now, Gunner can, and will kill her if he catches her near his land. Wait, Zoe is a Were, I've seen her change before, she did it right in front of me. Why then did she struggle so much this time around? Also, what the fuck is she doing with Galterio’s pack?!

Her wolf looked more dangerous and stronger, and bigger in size. She then, without any warning, leaped on Elijah, and aimed her jaws at his neck. Ripping the head off, one of the ways Marie had said it would kill them. Another vampire attacked Zoe from behind. I tried to rip my chains off and help my Alpha. She threw another vampire to the left and lunged on Elijah. The one named Veronica picked up the sword and ran towards Zoe, plunged the sword in her back. Zoe paused for a moment, and winced in pain, but quickly she broke it off with her claws, and with a swift move, ripped Veronica's head off, her eyes met mine for a second and she broke all of our chains. Aubrey, Christopher and I were

Soon, there wouldn’t be any difference between day and night. It’s gonna be a white Christmas this year, Zaira thought to herself as she looked away from the sky and took out a gun from her thigh holster. Single vampire or not, once it was lights out, she would be no match for it. As a hunter, she had to be prepared for any kind of situation. She had several blades of varying sizes hidden all over her body, even a couple stakes, but her favourite was her gun. It was easy to handle and worked faster than the blades or stakes. “Now or never,” she muttered under her breath as she pushed open the rusty iron gates, cringing at the scraping noise it made on a stone hidden under the thick layer of

They’d just settled next to a narrow brook and were watering them when the familiar guttural sounds of zombies communicating with each other as they made their way toward them reached their ears. Although she knew that there were zombies about, as yet, Alice hadn’t seen one. She’d also been lucky enough while on the surface to have escaped any encounters with them. So, when one came up from behind her and grabbed her by the shoulder, she screamed with all of her might.

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.

Her wide eyes darted to Luke as soon as he entered as she took him in surprised that he look healthy and different from when she last saw him. But standing between them and him was the real danger—a sentient female zombie. She was tall and unnervingly thin, her pale, almost translucent skin stretched tight over sharp, angular bones. Her glowing eyes flickered with an unsettling intelligence, fixed on Luke with predatory focus. She didn’t speak, didn’t snarl. She just stared, tilting her head slightly as though sizing him up, deciding whether he was a threat or just another victim. Luke held his hands up, trying to show he wasn’t immediately attacking. “I’m not here to fight,” he said, his vo

“She thought he’d choose her? Please.” I kept walking, pretending their words didn’t sting. But then something hit the back of my head. A rock. I stumbled. Before I could react, a girl called Mira shoved me hard from behind. I turned quickly, ready to defend myself, but there were already four of them. Laughing. Grinning. Hungry to see me fall. “You’re not welcome here anymore, Zara,” Mira said, stepping closer. “Trying to seduce the future alpha? You think that makes you powerful?”

I don’t have time for this. The soft ding of the elevator announces my arrival, and I step out, heading straight for Zoe’s room. My hands push the door open, and what I see stops me in my tracks. Zoe is lying on the bed, propped up on pillows, flipping through a book. She looks calm, completely at ease. And then I see it—the book in her hands. It’s the book. The same one I stole from the library. The werewolf book. My stomach twists as memories flood back, all the questions, all the warnings.

Knock knock knock. "Hey Lizzy? Can I come in?" There's nothing, "Look I know I've been an asshole. But I just wanted to come and explain myself. There's no excuse for how I've treated you, but I think maybe if we both sit down and talk, we might understand each other better." There's still no reply. I frown. Is she even in there? I open the door and enter a Lizzy-less room. Where could she be? As I turn around to leave, I see a little book under her pillow. I go and sit on her bed. I pull the little brown book out. It's all old looking. The cover is worn and the leather is pealing off.