Zombie Heart Novels & Stories

I laughed wryly, before snapping coldly, "When he just went missing for hours?! My dear Stan had an accident and then got his heart taken away! So I guess some lives are more at stake than the others?!" James' face dropped, and he promptly looked away, afraid to look me in the eye as he stuttered, "W-What are you talking about?! The mortuary report is clear—he died from blood loss! Stop this nonsense, or Stan won't rest in peace!" "Blood loss? Really?" I asked quietly. "The doctor said it himself!" Sue cried urgently without herself noticing. "What, are you saying he's lying?! Quit being hysterical and give me Nathan back!" I ignored her, however, my gaze was miserable as I looked straight i

said Maurice, “theoretically, a necromancer can—” The zombie raised a hand. “Please keep your racist theories to yourself. Yes, I have a skin condition that makes me look a little different, but in here—” he tapped his chest with a bony finger (and I mean very bony) “—beats a heart just like yours.” I would have found it easier to believe him if every tap on his chest hadn’t produced a hollow thud like the slamming of a coffin lid. The way he was going on about his ‘skin condition’, you’d think he was talking about a little eczema.

They completely didn’t register in their mind that they were bad too, well Xia is more evil than them so it was reasonable to say she was bad but they belong to that category too! “WUU…Wu! (Then that girl is very heartless!)” Zombie 4 says in a weak but rough tone after some difficulty, when he says those words, a sound like a snake hissing can be heard below his feet… The 4th Zombie pee his pants… in front of the heartless little girl. Xiaza's still somewhat amusing face changed. The 4th Zombie companions: … Wu... Wu... Wu! (You are shaming us in front of this heartless little girl!)

But if not, then what? He exited the bathroom, the wolf dancing out of his way before they touched. Hands on his hips, he surveyed the rotten mess on the carpet. "It's not a zombie." "How can you tell? I mean the thing was dead, or as close to dead as you guys get with a broken neck. I should know. I carried the fucker for a few miles. So how else to explain it coming back to life and not being bothered by sunlight?" "Zombies don't have beating hearts."

They are giving dad and uncle Mark a hard time. I move closer to where they are fighting, trying to get a good view of these new zombies. They appear to be just as big as dad’s lycan and I worry that they may be stronger. I continue to watch and get closer as I see uncle Mark become over powered. Dad tries to make it time but is unable to fight the zombies off of him as uncle Mark’s heart is ripped from his chest.

Nomo asked, his voice a terrified whisper. "It’s a Dark Heartstone," Zilo said, his scanner sparking and dying in his hand. "Sofia’s stone is life, growth, and the light of the Root. That thing... that thing is entropy. It’s the vacuum. It’s the opposite of everything she is. The Queen has spent a hundred years gathering the grief, the death, and the stolen time of Eldergloom to forge a heart that only knows how to consume."

Her curiosity was seriously at its peak. Right before her eyes, She saw Tessa stand up from the ground, on which she had fallen. She grunted lowly and stared at a trembling and weak Celia. Celia looked at Tessa. She was holding a heart. Her own heart. How? Tessa was still in her zombie form. She had quickly stuck her hand deeply into Celia's chest like a sharp dagger and cut off her heart, from its place. She snapped it out and before her, She was holding her heart. It was her life.

“Did you see this?” Ignat craned his neck and huffed. “Yeah. Is an attack.” “A deliberate one.” Farizad agreed. “This fu– lady knows exactly what she is doing.” The explanation made by Farizad was enough to draw a conclusion. As usual, Shadow was so satisfied to be in the same room with them. These people were smart enough to catch up to her brain. “Yeah. For Zombie, her sensitive spots are the nape of her neck, her heart, and her shin. She knows enough to safeguard those places.” Jenny joined in the conversation as she flipped Vampire’s long hair to the side. “Look.”

He had gotten used to do that when he got assigned to watch over Lara. He walked towards the camp they had been ambushed not long back. He wondered if there is going to be a time like that again. He stopped to observe the graves, the whole lot of the vampires had been dissipated. He walked to Scarlet's grave and lowered himself removing dirty on top. He remembered her smile when she had told him that she was carrying their child. He had spend his time doting on her. Anticipating the feeling if holding a child. It's a pity that the joy was short lived.

I send up a prayer, and plunge the dagger back in her chest so I can cut out her heart. Twenty minutes later, it’s all over. The zombies lie where they fell. Harriet’s mutilated corpse is staining the grass red. The swamp is quiet. I stare at the heart in my hand. It’s still pumping away, despite the massive hole in it, but with every contraction of the muscle, it grows a little weaker. The corpse, however, is stock-still and growing colder by the minute. I throw the heart on the ground and step on it. The last of her blood spatters over my boots and jeans.