Zombie Man Novels & Stories

However, this is the worst case scenario because it directly involves life. She's energetic and can loosen her vigilance because she's invisible for the zombies while these people here inside the refugee's camp are scared of those man-eater monsters outside and cannot fight without hiding. Darwin Kim also saw the condition of the unconscious woman but he couldn't help at all. He's helpless and powerless. He's just slightly stronger than average human. It is enough to defend himself from limited number of zombies but he cannot defend all of the people inside this refugee's camp. Suddenly, the unconscious woman's finger twitched once. No one saw it, even Psyche Flint. Her skin slowly change in

Streams of white light energy hit them and sent them and the bodies they possessed down into the abyss. I moved my hand, aimed at zombies, and sent them to the darkness of the Underworld. A zombie in the form of a naked shifter had cracked the back of a screaming Neratomay Elder, and I shot it, sending the both of them into the abyss. Paul was punching a zombie that had entered the body of a Were-bear, its mouth the size of an alligator. Though Paul knocked the bear off balance, the bear wasn't stunned. I aimed my power at the bear's cavernous mouth seconds before it would have locked onto Paul's face. I returned that abomination to the Underworld. "Paul, you can't fight them!" I yelled. "St

But before she could strike, the lanky young man moved with impossible, super-fast speed. He intercepted the creature, grabbing her by the shoulders. With surprising strength, he pushed her back toward the threshold of the house, his shaky voice dropping into a soft, soothing tone. "No, Aunty." The zombie aunt hissed and snarled, trying to aggressively push past him to get to Joanna and RJ. The young man didn't panic. Instead, he reached into the waistband of his jeans, pulled out a wooden kitchen spoon, and sharply slapped the zombie on the back of her hand.

“When Alice had all her lies about you falling into place, when you were fed up with the way people treated you and were ready to have someone on your side. I had to make sure you would believe me before I told you.” “You’re serious.” I study his face, but it’s unreadable. “Right.” I shake my head. “I’m not in the mood for jokes.” “I’m not making a joke.” He turns to me, and the moonlight is bright enough to see his eyes. There’s no laughter in them. No humor, no playfulness. They’re red. My breath stops short. "Oh my God," I breathe. "You know that you're not human. Humans don't have the kind of strength you do. And now you know that I'm not human either."

He chewed the tender inside lining of his cheek, staring at a gruesome Latex lawn zombie which sprouted from the neighbor’s darkened yard across the street. “Nope,” Tommy agreed, hands stuffed into his pants pockets against the chill. They had been outside the Deadmond home for half-an-hour or so, hashing over what had happened, the resurrection they’d witnessed. Richard couldn’t shake the feeling it was no miracle, but instead, that—like the rubber zombie rising up across the street—what they had seen in the church was more than just unnatural. Unclean, was a word that leapt to mind. And then spotting the Sallow Man like that, on top of it? Too fucking bizarre to even contemplate, to even h

The two were locked for some moments. “I am Zuba”, she said softly. “I am the princess of the kingdom of Borney of the vampire”. “But I am werewolf”, said Jason “Yea, its fine” “Sure?” “Yea, we’re in this together, to turn our hates into love, but they won’t allow us”. She said. “Can we do this?” “Why not”, said Jason hesitantly. “Off course we can, let’s get on it” But before they could figure out on the next step, some passers-by that saw them screamed. They began to shout.

His face looked as hideous as an evil spirit. Marshal Ubel no longer looked like a human being. Instead, he was now a monster; a Corpse Emperor who was many times more terrifying and powerful than an ordinary zombie.

The carvings on the cane itself were ornate and geometric without any recognizable pattern or design, but the gold handle was of a grotesque figure that seemed to be a mix between a bat and a snake. Dante proceeded to walk towards one of the paintings near the door and flicked a switch. Immediately, light beamed down from the top of the frame to show the painting with greater clarity. "What do you think of this?" Dante turned to his side where Jon was already standing. The painting showed an emaciated man with all his limbs seemingly cut off from his body. There were cuts and bruises as well as discolorations on his skin. He appeared to be sitting on the floor although his background was jus

After the events of these past weeks, my guard has been put up higher making me feel on edge for the smallest things. I had only about seven minutes left to wait when I saw someone leave the car. He was wearing sunglasses so I couldn't decipher his face. Something told me that he wasn't a threat and was just a normal person living their day. For the second time, I decided on focussing on my game. That was until the man started walking towards me making me nervous. Was he here to kidnap me? Was he a shapeshifter? Damon did tell me that they can take over any living human form. At this point, my heart started to race at a dangerous level. I contemplated running away before any bad happens to m

This night, like last night, the zombie was roaming about Ihordarrine’s streets. He was fulfilling his master’s order. He was involved in his duty, and he thought about that first of all, though the damn chain was burning his hands, sucking the Dark out right through his skin. However, if the dead man had been able to express positive emotions, he would have been proud of himself right now: he had charged the artefact really well. He had got into the hospital where ten people had died from some disease right in front of his eyes today.