Zombie Patrick Hockstetter Novels & Stories

The ones in front held wooden boards and frying pans as makeshift shields. On the 10th floor, they ran into a resident who had snuck out late at night to scoop up snow to melt. A strong man in the group spoke no word. He swung his shovel like a cleaver. With a loud thump, blood splashed across the wall. The resident collapsed without a scream. The big man glanced at the corpse and asked the thin leader, "So, what now?" Tony Hackett replied, "Leave him. We'll take him later after the job is done."

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Just the echo of our shoes and my pulse hammering too loud in my ears. He stopped near the trophy case, arms crossed, staring at the floor like it owed him something. “They’re getting worse.” I let out a short laugh that sounded brittle even to me. “You noticed.” “Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck, a habit I still remembered from when he was nervous about games. “I hate watching it.” My chest did something complicated — half hope, half anger. “Then why don’t you stop it? You’re the captain. They listen to you.”

For the first time, he felt a strong urge to speak with Sarah, but he did not know what to say. “Did Charlotte confess?” he asked. “That has nothing to do with you.” James moved his lips, but he still could not help reminding her, “I know I’m no longer qualified to warn you about anything, but be careful of Nick Paterson. He works for Aaron Hernandez.” Just then, Zachary walked over and looked at James impatiently. He had only gone to the director’s office for a short while. How had this man suddenly appeared? “Mr. Chancer. What a coincidence,” he said with a cold laugh.

How shameless could Mike be, everyone’s face held the same look- disbelief, he didn’t look like the confident guy on campus. “Mike” I hiss “there’s no need for this” I didn’t want Knox to get into trouble because of me. For a second, I thought Knox might actually get dragged out. But the moment they reached him— One of them angles his head “Knox Tatum?” A grin lights his face. The other nodded respectfully. “Good evening, I'm a big fan. You want us to handle this?” Howdid I forget, Knox was a fast-rising hockey player, very popular for winning all his games.

I stared at Seth eagerly, "what happened? Did you get to see anything vital?" Seth sighed, spreading out his arms as he laid on his back. "I didn't get to enter the house. Patrick had been making his search before I arrived and it turns out he can't access the computer. And there is no implicating document lying around." My face fell at the turn out of event, "that doesn't sound pleasing enough." "Well, there is something good to share. Patrick thought of hiring an hacker instead, he would break into the systems firewall and get all of the document for us to check through."

That means they knew my man was tailing my mate, and they somehow knocked him unconscious. We cut along the road that they would have taken, and just when we get to the town's outskirts, we find my pack member. Patrick is in human form, and he smells strongly of wolfsbane. Ben- Send a medical team, Vince. Patrick is down near Huff Street. My mate was going to the theater. Send a five-person team to the theater.

Ruth didn't seem too pleased to see me. "Oscar Wilde, good to see you." Marco Winehouse said. He was the one in charge of the meeting, and he was the one with the intel. I sat down in the pub and paid for everyone's drinks as a token of my appreciation for them coming all the way to meet with me. "What is going on, guys? My uncle was beaten up, and my pack raided." I complained, and Marco exhaled. "You won't believe this shit, but Giles Hunter is back. His sect has done a lot of harm." Marco claimed, and I looked at him, stunned.

She surely recognized Enzo thanks to Lilith's not-so-light obsession with him. “They’re not my dates — they’re my guests,” she said quickly. “Sorry, I’m so rude. Didn’t even introduce you. Lora, this is Mr. Lorenzo Casello, from my internship, and his brother, Alexei. Lorenzo and Lex, my roommate, Lora Voltse.” Lora raised her auburn eyebrows at Lilith in mock surprise. “It is so nice of both of you to come to the concert. You really shouldn’t have — these flowers are too much. And Enzo—”

“I don’t know if you heard, there was a death at Zeus two days ago.” “Yes,” he rested his hip against his desk. “Tragic. Were they a client of ours?” “Yes, but Heath…” She hesitated, fidgeting with the file that she held. “The man who died… He was Patrick Carter.” “Oh,” Heath felt as if he had been punched in the guts. “Oh.”