Zombie Ghosts Novels & Stories

The method of attacking a vital point also effective, such as bashing the heads, although I had my prejudice at how effective the movies and game method are, apparently the application in real life was effective. The other thing needs to be addressed was, a real-life undead monster is really deadly, for example, a wraith or a specter, although the can't attack physically, the attack mainly affected their target mentality and soul, this ghost monster is very efficient at casting dark elemental magic and high-level curses. As for the zombie monster, their attack was a bit stronger also whenever they bit their enemies there's a chance a curse called [Turn undead] will be affected ton their vict

I say with a yawn as I tug at his arm. “Of course, Pet. Maybe I should rest as well.” He responds as he gets back in the bed with me. He spoons me as I lay on my side. He puts his arm and leg over me, giving me a weighted blanket effect, and I quickly fall asleep. However, I wish I hadn’t fallen asleep. My dreams start off fine, but then the pretty forest I was running through on a summer evening quickly morphed into the club. The edges of the dream become blurred, signaling I’m in a premonition. Zane and I are talking with Ghost, who is doing drugs, while we sit with him in the VIP lounge. There’s different supernatural drugs mixed with human ones. Ghost is mixing supernatural drugs with hu

Because of fear, they ran rapidly to ask for help. Just a few minutes later, the three men arrived at the nearest city thugs station to report what they witnessed. However, they saw that the city thugs were currently fighting a group of zombies. Those zombies are weird, only black circles can be seen in their eyes and their eyeballs seem to be gone. Their color is pale and they can move quickly like a monkey. They don’t fall into normal attacks. Only beings with spiritual power have the ability to overthrow them. - At Crow ax gang main station, Velmont island.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

“How many more are there?” “More what?” he asks. He looks around the carnage in the room, but it’s like he doesn’t register it. There’s no fear or shock or surprise. His eyes are blank and lifeless. “Are you doing that to him?” I ask. Zael shakes his head. “He’s a zombie.” “A zombie?” “Yes. It’s old witchcraft. Necromancy. He’s literally a walking corpse.” “Oh, that’s just fan-fucking-tastic,” Glenn says. “How do we kill them?”

“ What?! Your mom? How did she have the mind to do that to a daughter she carried for a whole nine month, nurse her from a little baby to a girl and from a girl to a woman, are you sure she is your mom? Rosie asks. “ Something that still bothers my mind even being a ghost I am still yet to find out if she is really my mom and you know I was really surprise to find out that my sister was alive and never come back home to us” Evelyn says. “My reason for making use of my sisters body was to avenge my death only for me to unravel something and I realize the more I stay calm using my sisters body the more I will get to know why my mother killed me” she says.

- Bobby as we went deeper, a sudden magic circle appear in the ground "what is that?!"- John Carl from this magic circle, a figure appears! the figure drifts forward towards them, its skin was already rotten and their eyesocket is shining green but they differ from regular zombies because they move too slow! "What are these zombies?!"- Bhlezy "I'm scared..."- Cherry "doesn't worry I'm here"- Kate as more magic circle in their surrounding appear and incircle them "We are surrounded!"- Jimboy "get ready to battle!"- Sunny

" Things were quiet for the next three days. I kept checking in, and Chester kept reassuring me, no weird dreams, nothing out of the ordinary. He even tiptoed around the idea of seeing a shrink, but I was not having any of it. Just when I started to relax, that's when it happened. Chester did not come home one night, and his phone might as well have been a brick. That old, uneasy feeling crept back in, and I bolted for the cemetery. There he was, sitting by my dad's grave, a mouthful of pâté and a half-empty glass of whiskey, toasting the air. My heart twisted in my chest. "Don't you dare eat that! Spit it out, now!" I dashed over, pounding on his back, desperate to make it stop.