Zombie Fiction Novels & Stories

She had no idea where he was going with this, but if it made him feel better to continue down this path, then so be it. “A mutant is a human with altered genetics.” “Is a zombie a human?” “Hell, no. It just looks like one, but all of humanity is gone from it.” “What color do humans bleed?” “Red,” she said with raised brow as she looked over to where the zombie lay. “That’s purple blood coming out of that corpse, is it not?” “You’ve made your point,” Olga snapped. Rex looked at his friend long and hard. “I’ve never killed a human. Mutant or otherwise. Don’t ever accuse me of it again.”

Malcolm Jameson stood in the doorway of his penthouse suite and looked out onto the Manhattan skyline. He was hungry and irritable. If that oaf, Peter, didn’t arrive with his dinner soon, he’d eat him instead. He’d seen so many changes in his four hundred years of vampirism, but none so great as the way mankind buried knowledge and facts about the supernatural and magic world in mythical tales and lore. Had that not been the case, he questioned if he and his vampire family would still be around. Modern equipment and science had progressed to the point they could easily track them down and kill them. Of course, first, they’d have to believe they existed.

She'd attack me with her fangs and pointed nails and she wouldn't wait a second to drink my blood and he started the car. "Oh! Come on dad. It was your plan. You told me yesterday that you got bored of eating mum's cooked food.She already drinks your blood everyday by scaring you like an angry bird. Anyways, if she is a vampire then you are also the leader of your pack and your brave daughter is always with you." She gave a high-five to her dad. "Wait, wait. You said my brave daughter. Where is my brave daughter? " He asked and turned back to see.

In US, they leave their colonies and climb and bite on twigs instead of leaves. For Dr montoya zombie was a Louisiana creole word, meaning ghost and nothing else. Dr flavio explained that although the concept of a zombie was that of a person rendared mindless thus becoming the witch's slave was not the real scenario. He actually meant a scarier version. And it was that of anything that had little awareness to it surroundings, though it lives and function properly--only it had a desire that was not self promoting, exactly.

Instead of facing his own demon, Sabrina's father took his own life in front of his family, scarring his own daughter for life. Being a non-fiction novelist, most of my stories are about people’s experiences. I collect facts through research and interviews, then retell the stories through books. My stories, in turn, memorialize their contributions in life and highlight their suffering and pain. This way, they shall be remembered and hopefully, their story helps someone along the way, someone who currently faces these difficulties.

Wakley huffed and turned back to the screen. “They’re zombies, no backstory needed,” Cora said. “But some think it’s a mutation of the cells from eating the hormone-filled meat that became the norm on beef farms in the fifties. And then others think that it was just a natural mutation of human DNA because over the years we damaged our human bodies, by smoking and doing drugs, so much, and then reproduced, causing more mutations over the years. It was just a matter of time before zombies happened.” Wakely turned her head to Cora, mouth opened in awe. I felt the same way. “How in the hell did you come up with that?”

Xia was an existence, dangerous for all, living mankind or even the undead, if it approached her evil claws, they could say goodbye to their life and bear the second home they were suited temporarily to live in, like heaven, and hell. Even though the zombie felt hungry and on the verge of dying-ah, the zombie stopped his thought ‘his already dead’ he continued to say as if he only realized it now. The zombie lightly licks his purple lips with its red tongue still looking at Xia's face. After a while, he deeply sighed. He really can’t bear to eat this girl, if he really plans on eating it, then he can only fatten it up first. Xia faintly smiled when she saw the zombie was mesmerized by her. A

Usually, my cousin spoke in icy tones and sentences that were unpleasant to hear. “They're coming,” Alpha Rey said with a wolfish growl that made me focus forward. My pupils narrowed suddenly as I witnessed a terrifying scene. The ground began to shake. Slowly, in shattered and lurid clothing, zombies emerged from the ground. They rose from their graves, one after another. Their decaying skin looked ghastly as they reached for fresh air after sleeping on the ground for so long. A sense of horror and fear crept up on me as I realized that the enemy this time wasn't werewolves, but a pack of bloodthirsty zombies.

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

" Lucas roared while pointing a finger at me, his eyes filled with nothing but absolute disgust. Jeffrey lifted a foot and kicked my knee forcefully, forcing me to fall before Alison. "Juliet, I've warned you not to play games. If you lay another finger on Alison, I will end you and feed you to the zombies immediately." I could still remember the very first time I was shoved into a swarm of zombies three months ago. Alison said she needed white roses for her late mother's grave. Specifically, she wanted those from the zombie-infested zone. I gave my all in picking them and bringing them back for her, only for her to throw them into the trash right away, claiming that they stank of zombies an