Zombie Lord Novels & Stories

Darius said. I moved closer to the zombies and instructed them to move some parts of their bodies, and they obeyed! I even ordered them to stay still, and they did. Suddenly, they started to react differently to my command. Darius scanned their brains to know what’s going on. “There’s some kind of Mother Transmitter that can also command the zombies,” Darius said. “This particular transmitter doesn’t really seem like it’s a human, it’s also a Zombie!” He added. “So, there’s a zombie leader?” I asked.

"And what are those?" "First, the Vladers. They are the type of vampires who possesses mind reading. They are the strongest type of vampire so they are the first. You can only tell if Vlader is a vampire if they have bloodshot or red eyes. They lead the other vampires so don't try to fight them or you will be the first to die. And don't approach them, they'll know what you're thinking," Then Vlader is the man of my dreams. The strongest type of vampire. Strongest of all vampires. But… the vampire I dreamed about was not real!

Screams tore through the B2 level. Martha and I bolted for the stairs. Marcus stumbled behind. The smell of blood hit us like a wall. In the makeshift chapel, Sister Catherine was on her knees before the cross. A bloody hole gaped in her neck. A zombie was hunched over her, greedily tearing at her flesh. It had crawled in through an air vent. “Oh God…” Marcus retched. I grabbed a nearby iron chalice and slammed it into the zombie’s head.

Your grandfather Lord Asoftah was killed by this malady! "You speak nonsense". He looked at Morvacain. "Tomorrow we go for the book". They each hid behind trees. The king had brought out his sword. They were hiding from humans. Or what they used to be. They were now zombies, the whites of their eyes showing and moving like their bones were broken. Harver started to brim Demon Essence. His cards came out if his sleeve, hanging dangerously in the air. "Magic", the king gasped. Harver let the cards fly and in a minute, all of them were dead.

“It is enough to have to battle each other without throwing the human race into the mix.” “You war with each other?” Jasper asked with surprise. Rowan nodded. “Indeed,” he said, “The werewolf and vampire are fierce enemies.” “And zombies?” Jasper asked. “What about them?” “The zombie is a curious anomaly,” Rowan began. “Unlike the vampire or werewolf, it is not a creation from another dimension come here. A zombie is the result of a virus that takes hold of a recently deceased corpse and causes just enough animation to allow it to function in the most primitive of ways.”

"Those new souls being created. The damaged ones." "The zombies, Lord?" He lets out a strange little laugh that sends ice careening through my veins. "Is that what you call them?" "Yes." "They are an abomination. They should die." I look around, hoping and praying for someone, anyone, to step out of the darkness and rescue me from this terrifying vampire. His presense alone is enough to make me feel sick to my stomach. "That is the plan, Lord." “Good." He smiles. "Baron does not care anymore."

I growl, shaking my head, “But dying at the hands of a Nati isn’t exactly on my bucket list.” He leans forward, “I’m not just any Nati, Mae, I am their lord.” Lord? So, the Nati do have a hierarchy, just as my father always suspected, he’d be so happy to know that he was right. Not that I will be able to tell him anytime soon. “That changes things.” I say, rubbing my hand down my face. Mihai frowns, seemingly confused, “How does it change things?” He asks. I shrug my shoulders, leaning back against the cool glass, “It means that I will have to kill you before I escape.” I say coldly, “Can’t have a vampire lord chasing me for the rest of my life.”

And to finish off the sentence "It must be the smell of the undead, since the meat is rotten." Perhaps seeing Zark reflexively bending down to sniff, Ingrid frowned in annoyance. “… Those kinds of words are very offensive. In case you didn't notice. Our lord is undead " "What? What nonsense are you saying Ingrid? How could Lord Zark be an ordinary undead? He surpassed the level of any undead, he is a mighty undead God. " Hear Ingrid and Frey make sounds of "Ah." And "Enn." It was curious. "But Ingrid has a point" Frey began "Nyos, the words you said were a bit offensive."

“Do we really have no chance against it?” Hearing him, Gracea looked at him like he was the stupidest man she had ever seen. “We can't fight it. A zombie monarch is a level-5 and higher-level zombie that could control other lower-level zombies within a certain range. Forget eliminating it, maybe it will eliminate us all in just a few minutes of our fight."

Yet, even with its head gone and its chest riddled with holes, it still continued to attack. "This thing isn’t dying, sir!" Strider grabbed the zombie's sword and split it in half. He then took a few steps back to put some distance between himself and the creature. Seeing this, Adrian frowned and said, "There are worms inside their bodies, and I think the worms are what’s controlling them. Our only way to stop them is to crush them until there's nothing left!" "Yes, sir!" Strider leaped into the air and formed a ball of light around his fist before attacking the zombie again.