Zombie Heart Novels & Stories

The thing didn’t even flinch. “They don’t bleed!” Gary snarled through the mind link. “It’s like they don’t even have blood anymore!” I gritted my teeth. This was getting worse by the second. If cutting them, slashing them, or breaking their bones wouldn’t stop them, then we had only one option left, which was to try ripping out their hearts which they were guarding like they knew what we wanted to get out of them. I moved quickly, dodging another attack before driving my hand straight into the chest of the closest undead. My fingers tore through rotting flesh until I reached something solid, the heart. It wasn’t beating, but it was there. Without hesitation, I yanked it out.

“You are still here and whole. I feared that it was you whose faces had been eaten away. Your soldiers are in the smoke, a great many of them. There is a spell around this area, cast by my sister and her mate. I do not know what its original purpose was, but I do know that it attracts zombies. You need to gather your people, both those who live still in the smoke and those throughout the town. You need to tell them to herd the zombies here where they can be contained until we can decide whether to kill them all or to cure them.” “Can they be cured?” Lyric wondered. “They’ve been fucked with,” she gestured to her head. “The collars and skull caps. Arthur had something about that… Umm,” she tr

she whispers, as she silently wept. ============================== Kei ran like a madman as he is dashing through the hospital's hallway where Uncle Onodera is confined. He received an emergency call from Aunt Francia, and she told him that the old man's condition has worsened due to the complications on his heart. He is now transferred to the Intensive Care Unit for observation. Uncle Onodera needs to have an open heart surgery as soon as possible, but he's still on a waiting list for heart donor recipients...

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.

Ray Parker’s haughty cackle was the one to haunt me forever. “So are we burning that fish now?” I stared at the talking fish in ultimate horror. “Is-” I took in a shaky breath, clutching on the couch for support, afraid that I might faint from shock and fear. “Is that Ray?” “I am afraid so.” Zivah’s voice shook, coming closer to me. I could feel the waves of fear coming from her too. “Do you think he can see and hear us?” she whispered into my ears. I continued to look at the deadly fish, not knowing what to answer to that.

Skill tablets can be absorbed by people to learn new skills, Just like crystal nuclei could increase power. The first power zombie is a baseball player. His soul imprint resembled batting knowledge. The second blood string zombie is a political major.. His soul imprint is like a free changing amoeba, only half its body missing. The cactus girl is the strongest and sturdiest structure. It's like an V extending from a green ball. Dean's is like a cellophane layer.. The secretary's is like a shriveled seed with ugly hair like roots popping out of it. All the same, Yanlong felt quite refreshed after reorganizing her mind.

Biggy, White Doll, Scarlet, Rayne, Sven the swordsman, and Skeletal Lady gathered around Lucas. "Master!" the six zombies called out at the same time. Lucas nodded and found himself a place to sit before he spoke. Even though they had not killed the Rank 9 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman and the Rank 9 Mad Ox Dark Race, the injuries they had suffered were huge. It would perhaps even take some time for them to recuperate. Lucas thought that it would be best to look for the Dark Heart for the time being. The Dark Heart was a heart that had been left behind by a Rank 10 Dark Race. Perhaps it would give Lucas an unexpected effect.

A doll with only his eyes alive. Then, the woman rolled towards him. The wheels squeaked. In the quiet of the corridor, the black mage’s heavy and strained breath was setting the zombie’s acute hearing on edge. Now threatened with death, the zombie’s brain canceled his master’s ban: Zomzom was no longer afraid of killing. He felt his own will become stronger. He felt he could sink his teeth into anyone’s thin neck without any trouble. He could tear their chest to pieces with his claws, to get to their soft heart. He looked at Livia, and even her diseased state didn’t dull his hunger.

I pointed out. Zack roared and made his way toward me. I made it look so quick; he jumped up, ready to pounce on me, but I stabbed my hand into his chest and ripped his heart out. He squeaked and dropped to the ground dead. I stared at his heart and squeezed it in my hand. It burst into pieces, and I dropped it. My heart began aching, and so did my head. The pain was excruciating, and I dropped to my knees once more. I gripped the grass in agony. I finally fell to the ground and went into oblivion.

Although, she can’t do much damage to me. Zombies are hard to kill; basic injuries don’t phase us; we barely bleed and move faster than a human. The whole misconception that zombies are mindless, slow, and easy to kill is all the things that we incorporate into the human world through movies, books, and TV shows. We wanted them thrown off, thinking that we were mindless creatures. In reality, we are intelligent, ruthless, and apathetic to most human emotions.