Novel & Cerita Zombie Books With Female Leads

He hated this kind of situation because she seemed to be entangled in everything and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. Several hours later, they were still searching the Archive, there were more books,more records and even more questions they didn't have an answer to. Zara sat at one of the tables flipping through another ancient text, her eyes hurt and her head. She was beginning to suspect old books were secretly weapons. A shadow fell on the book she was holding, it was Valkyrie. The vampire woman held another book beneath her arm. "You should see this." She said That statement made her dear tickle, her wolf growled in annoyance.

6 Weeks — The Night of the Attack The sky broke first. Not with lightning. Not with rain. With screams. The perimeter alarms shattered the silence of the castle like glass. I was moving before I was awake. Damon was already gone. Max roared inside him. War had arrived. From the balcony I saw them. Zombies. Dozens. Hundreds. Walking through the forest like a tide of broken bodies. Behind them— Witches. Black-robed. Silent. And at the center of it all— A Witch more powerful then the rest. The leader I assumed. She didn’t rush. She didn’t need to. She was smiling.

“Huh?” Elizabeth laughs. “It’s okay. I don’t really have any plans other than showering and reading a chapter or two from my book.” “Are there zombies in your book?” Edward’s eyes widen. “Actually, yes.” Elizabeth fills her plate and joins us at the table. “It’s a romance set in the zombie apocalypse. It’s really good.” “Can you read it to me?” “When you’re older.” She smiles and then digs into her food. We eat in silence, and I’m a little jealous of the innocent way Edward is completely oblivious to how fucking awkward things are right now.

Sooner or later, it will become impossible to go through roads with cars. Her very survival may depend on running away fast enough, she is just not confident of being able to do that without a physical crystal nuclei. Plus, female zombies never had the same amount of physical nuclei as males. she did not want to go to boys dorms to clear zombies. The boys ratio to girls is high, on top of that, releasing both of them together will give wings to to all the little schemers among girls. She wanted Huomei and Meibing to consolidate their position as leaders before that.

The two were locked for some moments. “I am Zuba”, she said softly. “I am the princess of the kingdom of Borney of the vampire”. “But I am werewolf”, said Jason “Yea, its fine” “Sure?” “Yea, we’re in this together, to turn our hates into love, but they won’t allow us”. She said. “Can we do this?” “Why not”, said Jason hesitantly. “Off course we can, let’s get on it” But before they could figure out on the next step, some passers-by that saw them screamed. They began to shout.

“I don’t drink the blood or eat the flesh of humans. Remember, I’m not pure vampire. I’m mutant, but I’ve conquered the desire for human flesh. If I eat meat, brains are my chosen delicacy. As for blood... I never developed a taste for it and since I’m mutant I don’t require it for survival. I’ll partake in some on occasion, but it’s rare.” “Whose brains do you eat and whose blood do you rarely drink?” I asked hesitantly. “I’ve created a serum that makes it so I don’t need to drink blood or eat flesh for survival,” she replied. “But...” I sighed, “I don’t understand.” “Let me explain it to you as clearly as I can,” she said with boldness. “When the war broke out and the bomb was released,

Zelena. I opened my eyes slowly. The sun was already shining brightly through the window. I reached my arm behind me and felt around the bed. I sat up quickly and looked around the room. Gunner wasn’t there. I took a deep breath and yawned stretching my arms out. Wait, my chest didn’t hurt. I twisted my back from side to side waving my arms in the air, my ribs didn’t hurt at all. I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through

My bad habit was curling my toes when I was anxious. Why? I didn't move again. I stayed still. Maybe they would go away. I was done. There was no way now. "She looks dead though." It was another soldier. "Who could survive after falling from that height?" I wanted to give a thumbs up to that soldier. "What if it's an undead?" The first soldier asked with a trembling voice. "The undead city isn't far from here." Undead city? There was no such mention in the novel. Then again, the novel focussed too much on the female lead's love life.

I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.

Yet Zild’s blood was still better. “You killed a human?” She turned to me with an annoyed expression, “why would I kill for you?” That was a no I presume. “What will you do to that egg?” She pointed upstairs like she was asking me to go up and leave her alone. “You’ll find something interesting up there.” She said so I did not waste a second and climbed up. Once I got in there, I found books on the bed. I picked up a book and read the title. “The Last Immortal.”