Zombie Lions Novels & Stories

She thought he had known her as the Wolf Queen. "Aren't you afraid?" In return, this time, it was Selina asking that question. "I've killed so many people. Am I still afraid?" "How much?" "Twelve" After hearing the man's answer, Selina laughed loudly. “People always think they are noble, but they are all cannibals in the end.” The man also laughed. He didn't feel humiliated by Selina's words. He used a mocking tone. "Aren't you human?" "Yes, I'm a Wolf!"

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.

Lola spat in his face, but he just laughed and wiped it off, “I like my women feisty so please keep fighting. It will only get me more determined to wreck that tight cunt of yours.” A shiver of fear went through Lola her spine when he untied his pants and took out his swollen cock. He grabbed her hair with one hand and put his pistol against her head with his other hand. “Open your mouth you filthy slut,” he commanded. Lola had just decided that she would bite off his cock and die with a bullet in her head when she saw a group of black wolves approach. Lola started smiling wickedly and the hunters quickly grabbed their guns and stood in a circle. Lola knew from Deborah her lessons that the B

But then, the zombies, who blocked everyone's way, appeared again. The densely packed zombies with black Evil Qi all over their bodies made loud noises and climbed out of the steps in front of them, blocking the rest of the steps. These zombies were no longer just in human shape. This time, there were even more beast shape. The One-eyed Wolf, Tiger, and Leopard showed their fierce fangs, which made them look more ferocious than alive. Everyone looked back and looked ahead. They suddenly understood something. At this time, they had just finished the first half of the steps.

I'd never love a woman with no brains like you! He pulled up the ladder entirely and disappeared into the vent. The zombies were getting closer now. I could hear their roars even from where I stood. I shot down a couple that got too close. Through the corner of my eye, I saw Yvonne stood petrified, and she was shaking all over. A zombie lunged at her. I thought it would tear her apart, but Yvonne rolled out of the way, then she snapped up a metal pipe and smashed it down on the zombie.

Luke. Wednesday, June 11th. The next day. Gerald invites me for coffee at Liza’s place. A cozy, homely café adorned with framed sketches and paintings of wolves. Liza and her family are known werewolf enthusiasts. Humans who’ve always admired our kind rather than feared us. They’re rare. Others, most others,see us like they see the vampires: dangerous. Predators. Monsters. And honestly? I don’t blame them. Too many of our kind have hunted humans like prey. Raped them. Stolen land. Claimed properties that were never ours. It's shameful. It makes their fear understandable.

We watched as flames engulfed the corpses, instantly warming us. “Who were they?” I asked. “One of our enemies, the Bois Sombre Pack. But they’ve grown really weak. I know it didn’t seem it, but four of them should’ve been able to easily overpower us.” He shook his head. “I probably should’ve kept one alive for interrogation, but fuck them.” He turned and threw his arms around me. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” “Why are they weak?” I asked.

Somewhere, he could still hear the waves although he could only see blackness where the sea should be. Looking down, Jon saw that the light from the library was still on. Jon wondered about his client's nocturnal habits and whether he would need to adjust his work hours as well to match his client's. Suddenly, Jon saw something move from the corner of his eye. It seemed to have come from the library window, but he could not be sure. Just as he was convincing himself that he was just too sleepy and conjuring images out of nothing, he saw a black creature move across the wall of the mansion like a giant lizard. The light from the library window barely caught it. Jon barely suppressed a cry whe