Zombie Ghosts Novels & Stories

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.

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.

CHAPTER 14 In the morning Alex woke up naked, she woke up with a lot of dead animals around her. Her body is full of blood even her mouth is stained with blood. She looked at the dead animals in fear. All the animals had no hearts and livers. She was scared, she quickly moved to run away. She looked at her hands and she clearly remembered what had happened last night. She became a werewolf and unleashed the power of ghost stone. She killed all the werewolf's clan to avenge her mother. She was enduring the pain last night then she lost her control, she killed so many animals and took their hearts and liver and she ate them fresh. The way she remembered it, the way she vomited. “it can’t be! I

It was surrounded by those 'walkers', stumbling around like they were in a trance. "What are they?" He breathed out, staring in disbelief. He chugged some water, letting out a sigh of hydrated relief. "They call them walkers." She pointed the screen down slightly to allow him to see easier and switched to the website she was reading. "There's information on them, finally." As Adam read, she watched his expression change from confused to terrified. "This is like an actual zombie movie." He spluttered, barely able to get his words out. Behind them, a stirring caught their attention.

The hostel room was dimly lit, its battered furniture and faded look a stark reminder of the chaos outside. Joseph sat by the window, his fingers gripping the cracked sill as his gaze swept over the campus below. The zombies still shuffled aimlessly, their low growls and guttural noises cutting through the eerie silence. He willed them to move away, even if just for a moment, but they stayed rooted, their presence a constant reminder of the nightmare that had engulfed the campus.

Thick, dark red pus dripped down the wooden frame like ink. It stretched its mouth widely, its blackened teeth chattering and trembling with excitement, its cloudy, gray eyes locked onto the people inside. Even a horror-movie ghost would look mild compared to this thing. Hayley swung her saber again, slicing through the lunging zombie. Right then, she felt the entire room tremble. "You should know that office walls are mostly drywall," Griffin said behind her. The moment his voice fell, every wall around them cracked and split apart with a loud boom.

The next morning, the guards and chef were already awake before I was. I had barely finished washing up when I saw them standing in the main hall waiting for me. Judging from the looks on their faces, they had already seen what was happening outside. I turned toward the street beyond the one-way glass just in time to see a swarm of grotesque zombies roaming the roads. Some still vaguely resembled humans, but most were drenched in blood, their faces twisted into horrifying shapes. A few were so badly mutilated that their organs spilled out as they ran.

A gust of wind sent chills through her body, and she turned to see Mason tackling Julian to the ground; both vampires had their fangs bared, just as planned. Zander staggered drunkenly until his vision cleared. He steadied himself and reached into his jacket for his gun; cocking and aiming it at the fighting vampires. His aim constantly shifted as Mason and Julian continued to gain the upper hand on one another; and with another gust of wind, Julian had vanished.

Her eyes went wide with shock: tiny skeletal remains slipped out. She froze, watching in horror as the bones instantly shattered, turning to a fine dust that vanished before her eyes. Ghouls rushed forward, sickles raised to cleave her. Suddenly, Horan surged between them. He cursed with every ounce of his being, delivering a bone-jarring kick to the face of each attacker. "I don't give a damn about bad deeds in times like these!" he spat. "Jennet, get up!" Horan nudged her leg, his voice sharp with urgency.

So, I resolved to test myself. We were standing in a pentagram. Martha had insisted on protecting us from zombies. If a necromancer lost control of a zombie, it might transform into a ghast-the same zombie, but uncontrolled, a beast. And what do beasts want? Exactly: to eat. A guarding pentagram is intended to protect you from these cute creatures. If anything happens, you can sit inside and wait for your power to recharge.