Zombie Books With Romance Novels & Stories

​She hit the search button, half hoping to find hidden scientific articles, government conspiracies, or at least news about a rare genetic disorder that caused sufferers to grow excessive hair and howl at the full moon. ​However, her search results were instead flooded with rows of digital book covers featuring shirtless, muscular men and fragile-looking women under the moonlight. ​They all pointed to links for online romance novels. ​Nichole scrolled down her screen, reading the titles inwardly with her eyebrows knitting closer together. ​"Bride for the Alpha" ​"The Wolf CEO's Human Mate" ​"Rejected by the Cruel Alpha" ​"Entangled in the Possessive Lycan's Forbidden Love"

She also called Reed but there was no answer. Since she was already here, and she couldn't walk her way back to the town, she decided to wait. While she waited, she wandered around the hall and saw a book on the table near the windows. She was surprised when it was the book she was supposed to get that day in the library but she dropped it when the earthquake happened. Her eyes narrowed. Maybe Reed also liked the book and took a copy. What a coincidence. But then it wasn't romance but a thriller book so it was reasonable that he liked it.

Licking her lips, she moves to settle herself down next to the tray of delicious food before picking up her fork and knife and moving to enjoy her breakfast in peaceful bliss. 45 minutes later and a belly full of food, it doesn’t take Isabella long before she begins to get bored of just sitting within her room. Her body itching for something to keep her mind busy, that she decides on reading one of her many books, a book known as Our Luna, Our Mate. A spicy romance novel dealing with wolves. Werewolves to be more precise before diving into their pages for company. “Mmm, that’s it baby, moan for us” whispers Eros, loving the way Athena reacted to their touch even when Ares moved to bite her b

"Our time is primitive in many technological ways that you are accustomed to. But we are, in other ways, more sophisticated than even your modern time. We are extremely knowledgeable, and scholarly, and books rule the day. A people of primitive means, maybe, but with a very sharp intellect. “More importantly, this is a crucial time for the vampire race. We stand at a crossroads here. You have arrived at the turn of the century for a reason.” "Why?" Caleb asked. The woman smiled at them before entering yet another door. "The answer to that is one that you will have to find out for yourself.” They entered another magnificent room, with soaring ceilings, stained glass, marble floors, adorned wi

She could already sense who it was: Caleb and Scarlet. Caitlin jumped to her feet and ran over to them, kneeling between them, reaching out one hand to each of their chests, shaking them lightly. Her heart pounded with fear as she struggled to remember the events of their previous incarnation. Horrific image after image flashed through her mind, as she remembered how sick they had been, Scarlet covered in boils from smallpox, and Caleb dying from vampire poison. Last she had seen them, it had seemed certain that they would both die. Caitlin reached down and felt her own neck, felt the two small scars. She recalled that final, fateful moment when Caleb had fed on her. Had it worked? Had it br

Chapter 5: The Shadow Within With each passing day, Emilia's bond with Ryder deepened, their love blossoming amidst the shadows of Ravenwood. But as they reveled in the fleeting moments of stolen passion, a dark cloud loomed on the horizon, threatening to shatter their fragile happiness. Emilia and Ryder's hunt as werewolves was exhilarating. They chased down prey under the moonlight, their senses heightened, their bond growing stronger. They could feel each other's thoughts, anticipate each other's moves. They were a team, a unit, a pack.

she replied and seethed at Kyle who gave her a hard slap across the face. “There is another thing,” Gazzeus said and rose to his feet. “I saw the mummified body of a young girl. Must have been up to a day since she dried but I noticed she had black blood.” “Black blood,” Aamon repeated in an uninterested tone and used his thumb to rub his forehead. His hand suddenly stopped moving and he shot his eyes wide before standing from his throne. “Did you say black blood?” he asked. “Yes, master. Isn’t it strange that the witches are back after a long time and the Nightbloods whom we thought were no longer in existence are now being used by them?”

Her curses stopped abruptly because the lifeboat suddenly tilted violently. A horde of zombies grabbed the boat from underwater! "Ah! Get away! Don't touch me!" Winnie kicked and struggled frantically at the rotting arms, but to no avail. Hans desperately struck the zombies with the oars, pleadingly looking at me. "Clarissa! Please! For the sake of our years together..." I silently watched them struggle, feeling calm. My voice was soft, yet each word pierced the heart, "Hans, do you know that you pushed me into a horde of zombies in my past life?"

When the tip of her tongue accidentally brushed across my fingertip, a faint electric shiver ran up my arm. Instinctively, I tried to pull my hand back. However, she grabbed my wrist, and her gaze dropped to my forearm, where I had accidentally scraped myself earlier. Her eyes darkened slightly as the pad of her finger pressed against the wound, gently wiping away the thin line of blood. The icy touch made my whole body shiver. Then, the comments exploded again. [Ah! I ship them! The domineering zombie king and her scheming little husband!] [PC, be careful! If Ruth consumes blood, it might awaken her zombie instincts!]

But the bombs barely did any damage. Worse, one of the zombies had actually picked up a grenade and thrown it back at them. If its aim had been even slightly better, they would’ve been blown to pieces. At this point, the only reliable way to kill zombies was still destroying their brains. I frowned deeply. Just during the first week of the apocalypse, I was still able to burn large groups of zombies to death by detonating abandoned cars. And yet only a short time later, even explosives were becoming ineffective against them.