Zombie Brother Novels & Stories

I can’t risk using my shadow because of the lack of thereof. I spring on my feet, leaping high just to jump over the hoard of lovestruck zombies, leaving Belphegor to fend for himself. He should be fine. The guy is a demon. What could possibly stop him? “Master!” Speaking of demons, the three demon brothers who are under my pack just arrived. Leviathan summons a wall of current to drive away the zombie that I did not realize got near me. Beelzebub also appears and crushes the scorpion that was threatening to sting me again.

“Call me Zach. Just like you did that night.” Ohmigod! I don’t think I can survive my own brother! “Zach…” I whispered. He smiled at me mischievously. “You lost, baby girl,” he whispered. “And you promised to let me do whatever I want. You won’t fight me.” I slightly nodded. A bet’s a bet! But damn! Who am I kidding? There was a huge part of me that’s dying to know what he was up to. And we both knew that if he tried something—anything—I would let him.

The Brother's Bet 6. The Rules of The Game. The Brother's sat down for a while, Alex grabbed a bottle of whiskey, With a smirk on his face, He poured the wine for his brother. " Why do you seem excited???"Ethan scoffed, Ethan didn't like the idea but growing up his brother's actions has always influenced him. " I mean, She disrespected me so I should be excited at least, Not only but she's also in our home," Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it.

Just the two of them. But then came the sickness. The mysterious fever that spread through their village, the strange behavior in the infected—the eyes that glowed too bright, the bodies that changed. And Brawn, stubborn and selfless, had gone to help. He’d gone into the woods after one of the infected children wandered off. He never came back. A letter was sent to me two days later— the death of my brother. I had refused to come back to the town, I didn't bare to see the place he'd spent his last memories or maybe it was guilt.

But the moment the door shut behind me, I bolted through the halls toward the hotel rooms upstairs. - I had just done something incredibly stupid. I'd handed my brother, Ryan Cobbett, that glass of drugged wine myself. His eyes were already red when he looked at me, asking if he really had to drink it. I was cruel enough to smile and say, "Of course. If you don't drink it, I'll drink it for you." He couldn't fight me when I was risking myself. He'd always been helpless against my stubbornness. So he took the glass and downed it in one go.

(Dante's POV) The atmosphere in the Blackwood mansion was suffocating. Don Salvatore Blackwood sat in his high-backed chair, his face a mask of cold fury. At fifty-eight, he'd seen it all, but he never imagined his own sons would bring such shame upon the family. Across the long table, Dante’s older brother, Vincent, scowled at a stack of newspapers. Every front page was a variation of the same story. "Chicago Mob Family Implicated in Bullying Scandal."

“Oh, you didn’t know? Lover boy murdered my big brother two nights ago. Sliced his neck from ear to ear.” The contents of Zoe’s stomach rose to her chest, threatening to spill out onto the dusty floor. “My big brother was weak, Zoe. We needed a strong leader, and my plan was to either take out Jon or to build up enough people on my side to take over the family business.” “W-with Harley gone now,” Zoe whispered, picking through her words carefully. “I-It really d-doesn’t seem like you need me.”

He wanted to drive to the cemetery right now and dig until he knew for certain. Instead he stood there gripping the counter, breathing. His wife slept peacefully in the next room. The woman who had given him the first real peace he'd ever known. The same woman who might have emptied his brother's grave. Jose looked at his own reflection and felt something ugly shift in his chest. Part of him didn't care. Part of him just wanted to keep the life he'd built no matter what crawled out from under it. He deleted the messages. Then emptied the trash folder too.