Zombie Ghosts Novels & Stories

"So there are a lot of ghosts tuning in?" "Plenty," she said. "As standards of living and productivity in the underworld improve, more ghosts are refusing to reincarnate. The underworld is overcrowded, inflation is rampant, and reincarnation is decided by lottery. The stranded ghosts need something to do, and watching horror games has become their favorite pastime." I prepped her skin with a primer and meticulously hid the splits at the corners of her mouth with wax. Once I applied the foundation, she could almost pass for a completely normal person at first glance.

he shouted to his comrades, his voice cutting through the chaos of the approaching fray. With a primal roar, the zombies descended upon the barricade, their sheer numbers overwhelming as they clawed and gnashed at the fortified barrier. The sound of metal scraping against metal echoed through the air, punctuated by the desperate cries of the undead. Hannah and Marcky fought alongside Brandon, their abilities complementing each other as they unleashed a barrage of offensive strikes against the encroaching horde. Hannah's flames danced and flickered, engulfing any zombies that dared to draw near, while Marcky's electrified attacks sent jolts of energy coursing through the ranks of the undead.

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

Suddenly they heard people screaming, Mrs Anabel George beep through the window and she saw zombies everywhere. Her heart was beating like bell she couldn't look. "What happened" Grace asked her mother then she walked close to the window and also beep her heart couldn't take what she saw then she she collapsed.

-he thought. Then he quickly went inside. Now, the White Space was silent and white. … After being taken from Maley's space, Olivia lost consciousness. Not only did this problem happen to Olivia, but it also happened to all the other members chosen by the deities that governed the ten spaces. “It happens all the time, right?” Pure looked at the thirteen young recruits lying on the bed and sighed deeply. She was depressed. Every time, just after selecting the representative, all the young recruits fell asleep.

Either way, I fell hard for him, even if he scared me. When I was sixteen, everything changed. The entire world changed because we realized we weren’t alone. I’m not talking about aliens. Nope, crazy as it sounds, I’m talking about Zombies. Not the slow, dumb kind. It turns out zombies are fast, strong, intelligent, and vicious. Not only do they eat brains, but they will eat human flesh if brains are available. We didn’t get zombies from a virus, a vaccine, or any of the normal things in the books, movies, or TV shows. It turns out zombies come from a mutated human gene that activates after death. This mutated gene is inherited by one's father if he carries the mutation.

Roo and Fernández looked at each other. “The Major gave his word, did he? And how do you know the Major’ll leave us alone, Carl?” asked Roo quietly. The phone was silent for a moment. “It’s still dark out,” said Roo. “Those undead things—all the ghoulies and ghosties and zonbis—all work a lot better in the dark, don’t they, Gallow?” Even with his ears as bad as they are, Roo heard Gallow swallow, making the speaker crackle again. “Yeah, don’t answer that. I’ve been studying this shit for decades, man,” said Roo. “These . . . things . . . are creatures of the night, of the dark. They don’t like the sun very much.”

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

“Gerald is a b*stard! He still wants to get engaged to Reina in Royal Sights Residences! He has no heart! North, don’t worry. I’ll stand up for you. I won’t let that b*tch taint your residence!” Nate clenched his fists and cheered himself on. “I can do this! I must be brave! I must face my problems! Only the brave can fight evil! Gerald, you jerk! I’ll teach you a lesson!” Suddenly, Nate seemed to have seen something incredible, and his face turned extremely pale. “You… Aren’t you… Ah!” Nate let out a screech. “A zombie!” Why was North standing there? Wasn’t North dead? Was this her ghost? Could ghosts come out in the sunlight?

I don't ask what we are doing in the bathroom because I have a feeling I won't like the answer. Cassandra shuts her eyes briefly before opening them shortly after. "Clear." She announces and it takes me a moment to realize she's referring to the empty bathroom. "Shall we decide?" I frown. "Decide what?" I ask. "Whom you shall feed on first." My eyes widen in shock. That's why we are in here? "Excuse me! I'm not feeding on anyone." "Do you want to find what happens to demons when they don't fulfill the needs of their empty souls?" Cassandra asks.