Zombie Mutants Novels & Stories

Soon, everything fell silent again. … We had just rushed out of the laboratory when the sight before us made everyone gasp. Beyond the gates, a dense horde of zombies hemmed us in, their numbers easily topping a hundred. It would be impossible for us to reach our vehicles, unless… "I'll lure them away! Find a chance to escape!" With a determined look, I shoved the sample into the deputy's hands, urging him to get it back to base safely. Yet, he grabbed my arm, his eyes brimming with tears. "You can't go, Skyla! You're the virologist. The military needs you to develop that anti-virus serum! If someone has to die today, it should be me!"

came up with, which worked perfectly. And that was what led to the creation of many mutants, but our boss got jealous and greedy and wanted to have the mutants all to himself. He cut all ties with us and sent us parking, this made us angry and we decided to repay him by creating a specie of animal in human form. After much deliberation, we ended up choosing the animal, a wolf. We planned on using the product of this new experiment to cause problems for the man from the north who was our boss. We started the experiment and we were able to make men transform into wolves or act like wolves. We named them werewolves Zee, we made them cause crime and make havoc all over the city, linking e

It was awful, it looked like a mountain of stinky zombies decomposing, what did my grandfather create so outrageous? "What happened for them to find themselves like this?" " We can't say it ourselves master, they started displaying deviant behavior all heading towards this place. I created this pit for them to fall into and keep them that way, but they suddenly stopped moving before they started to rot." " Hm, I think it's mutant with an expiry date." I looked at Aisha and I wasn't the only one. " What do you mean?" Greg popped the question. " These mutants are not developed, they cannot exist for more than 24 hours."

Maybe I really was making a huge mistake pushing him away. Interrupting my thoughts, Lucy replied, “Oh, it’s definitely true! Blake tortures people too, and so did his dad—well, your dad too, I guess. I’ve heard stories. I won’t repeat them because they’re gruesome.” “Tell me, please,” I said, eager to know, begging Lucy with my eyes. “Okay, I won’t go into detail, but I’ve heard they chop people’s arms and legs off and pull out their eyes. Stuff like that. And werewolves don’t die. They just heal so they can keep going for hours.”

The humans went about their business eating dinner and getting ready for sleep; oblivious to what went on inside the large canopy of the dense trees. Deep inside the forest, the scent of blood hung thick in the air. The night had gone eerily quiet as the five creatures were standing in a loose circle. They were oddly shaped- a cross between an orc and a goblin with limbs sprouting from their bodies at odd angles. Their eyes were mere sockets, lidless and black orbs and a slit for a mouth with a set of crisscrossed pincers and a long nose to complete their look. They were the hycwens, a blood-thirsty race of wild and untamed creatures that killed for sport and ate anything that moved.

I stopped myself, trying to put together the right words," Serious about the blood moon thing?" The blood moon was one of the only nights that I feared for my life even as a child. It was the night at the end of every season where a full moon would rise into the sky, red as blood. Something about it made Vampires become more monsters than anything. They would almost go savage, hunting down anything with a pulse, animals, people in the city, even their own kind, until they got enough blood to ease their hunger. I've witnessed plenty of pets die from the Pet Master back when I was in the shop, despite the rule against it.

His eyes were bloodshot eyes, and he looked as if he had lost his rationale. He charged right toward Harvey, and the simple move was enough to shake the entire earth. This was a Giant—a type of Mutant from America. Harvey watched him curiously; changing one’s muscles through genetic science resembled divine power. Genetic science was a little stronger than what Harvey initially thought. Even so, he had no intention of taking action; all he did was show a little interest. Romina’s expression changed, and she waved her hand; she and a dozen sacrificial soldiers behind her raised their firearms at the same time before pulling the trigger.

At the base entrance, the guard stopped us for the usual inspection. “Your infection test came back negative, right?” I nodded. The guard was just about to let me through when Ethan Cross, the team’s new medic, suddenly spoke up. “Wait, Captain. What about that scratch on your arm from the mutated rat?” The air froze. The guard’s expression changed at once. “Captain Hale, is that true?” I gritted my teeth. “It is. But the wound has already been treated, and I have antibodies.” “I’m carrying a top-level mission. I need to enter the base immediately.” The guard hesitated, his hand already moving toward the gate controls. But Ethan stepped across my path and blocked me. “Captain! Y

I replied, but I could feel my skin twitch from the marks left by their claws, but I did not want Devon to worry. Soon, Damian got into the palace and shut the huge doors. He was breathing heavily as he placed his back on the door. "They are like maniacs out there!" He exclaimed. The gammas were banging on the door and demanding for me. They were werewolves zombies hunting for their pray. "I'll call Susan and..." Devon began to speak and stopped when a gamma was walking from the other end wing of the palace. At first, it looked like the gamma was normal until he looked at me.

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