Zombie Pony Novels & Stories

Something that could wipe humanity off the map. “The ones who survive… are becoming… something else,” I murmured under my breath, barely able to believe it. “Zombies,” I whispered. The word hung in the air. Rebecca shuddered. “I can’t believe it. It’s happening so fast. What do we do?” “We study it,” I said firmly, more to myself than to her. “I need to get to the bottom of this. We need samples, data, whatever we can get our hands on.”

I could hear Nolan but I couldn't see him. My eyes having been overtaken by a scene that was playing out before my eyes...it was a war, pure carnage, dead werewolf bodies were scattered everywhere. I would recognize the creatures from anywhere, they were the same one that killed my parents, the undead as I came to be told. But this time they weren't working alone, they had the forsaken with them and the pack being attacked was losing badly. "Mommy!" the painful scream made me understand why I was seeing this and exactly which pack was being attacked.

She patted her face to make herself more conscious. It's impossible. The eyes of the zombies are blood red, and their skin will quickly become old, dry, or decayed. The blood vessels under the skin will also turn green - of course, the blood vessels of the fourth generation of mutated zombies that have appeared in recent years are black, but no matter what, zombies cannot mutate to be the same as living people!

"I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had survived from her ability before, so no doubt that the werewolf is dead by now." I couldn't move. Anger rushed through my veins and I felt like I was a

Evelyn POV “Phantom there's no way in hell I am wearing this!” Zombie complained as he held the pink t-shirt that read: ‘Down to DEFCON’. Buddha walked into the conference room with a huge smile on his face. “I don’t know Z, this shirt is pretty awesome.” He looked down at his own pink t-shirt that he had cut into a tank top. “I think pink is our color.” Zombie rolled his eyes. “You don’t even understand computers but yet you are wearing a shirt that only makes sense to computer people!”

Xia honeyed coloured phoenix eyes suddenly landed on the zombie moistened lips, her throat bubbled slightly from the sudden thirst she was feeling before squinting her eyes when she processed in her head what the zombie had said. “They were badmouthing me” she said, it was not a question but an affirmative statement. The zombie dull eyes brightly lit up and nodded twice with joy, his little girl understood him! He is so happy. Xia's eyes were half-closed when the zombie's dull eyes lightened out of the blue.

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.

Seeing that the mother-son duo were getting the hang of it, I was about to get back in the car. BANG! BANG! Several loud, dull thuds rang out. Everyone whipped their heads toward the source of the sound. A zombie with a swollen, glistening head was ramming into the courtyard fence from the side and rear. Its head was smooth and bare, like a bluish-black balloon! My eyes lit up! That strength... it’s a low-tier strength-type zombie! As it repeatedly slammed into the fence, the flesh on its forehead splattered everywhere, revealing a bare, blackish-red skull.

We had grown up together too and now a contract had bound her to the king of vampires in our city. And some crazy shit was happening in our city. I hated it, but there was nothing we could do about it. Although I was a half vampire myself, I tried not to mix in the vampires' business. My mom had died not less than four months ago and my vampire dad had suddenly wanted to develop a relationship with me and link in one with his real family. The most annoying part, he was doing it in the hopes that I would accept the transition and become a full fledged vampire. And then marry me off.

“Killing your beloved pawns and knights.” He tuts, shaking his head. “A tragedy.” He begins to straighten his knocked down pieces. “Except, the plague didn’t actually kill them. It altered their brain chemistry and made them zombies.” Then he moves all the pawns three tiles forward. “Goodluck trying to fight the undead.”