Zombie Manwha Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 15 Slouching Towards Bethlehem Jon came back to the beginning. For eighty one days, the beast was fed. Crixen Runeburner, in human flesh, ate, drank, fucked, and shit in the mausoleum below Goodleburg Cemetery. All the cousins below, several hundred of the St. Fond family, continued non-stop until they were hollowed-out zombies, merely a shell for their magical egos.

He risked and raised his head to steal a glance at what the short thickset man was doing, he found out that he was walking amid the zombies. *.* TBC

His hand would eagerly pull down the collar of the dress, laying bare her fair skin that almost shone in the dark. The girl suddenly began to fidget, turned to one side, gave a start in her sleep and curled up. The zombie’s master sighed. Then, he sat on the ‘bed’, took off his long mantle (the zombie couldn’t remember its name) and carefully laid it over the girl. This left the man completely naked.

He was almost unrecognizable. The once proud and upright heir was now gaunt, his clothes disheveled, his eyes filled with nothing but obsession and madness. He stared at me without blinking. For a moment, I saw the reflection of myself from another life, helpless, waiting for death on a sickbed. The wheel of fate had turned, revealing itself in this twisted way. Riven shifted slightly, stepping half a pace in front of me, and asked in a low voice, “Do you want me to handle this?”

In the dim darkness, a humanoid creature with twisted, backward-bending limbs was straddling someone. It clutched the man's head tightly and tore into his face with savage bites. One bite ripped his lips apart, exposing two full rows of teeth and gums. Daniel screamed in agony, mouth wide open, completely forgetting to use his abilities. The moment his mouth opened, the zombie clamped down hard on his tongue. The zombie threw its head back and yanked. Splurt! A whole limp, bloody tongue, complete with torn flesh from the mouth floor, was ripped straight out.

Fondness points: -800] [Lukey was scratched by a zombie. Fortunately, I had medicine with me. Fondness points: -500] [Jeffrey smiled at me today. Fondness points: +10] [Shoved into a swarm of zombies for the second time. Everyone said I was useless. Fondness points: -400] [Shoved for the third time. Fondness points: Depleted. System execution: Activated] [I watched over this city for three years, but everyone wants me dead.]

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

For the two brothers, their little sister was fragile and needed protection but in reality, their little sister was more worried about them, scraping their knees and breaking their bones. Zefrid has not manifested yet but Liam and Davi were not worried at all as it's normal to have delayed manifestation. They were more concerned about their little girl's different attitude than the two brothers. They wanted her to enjoy but instead, during free time, she would prefer to open a book and read than to run around in the mud.

Zhang *Club* "Let me just die it's better to die and surrender myself to the zombies to eat me before they forced the door to open." He stood up and walked closer to the door trembling opened it, then closed his eyes but there's no single zombie outside the building again. The next thing he saw was a man he dressed like a cow boy and hold a hunter gun. "Who are you man?" Zhang Wei asked him The man smile's and said "Am Albert Dickson from Texas but base in China for now. So tell me who are you and why only you inside here?"