Zombie Rangiku Novels & Stories

The 'True Romance' aura from Riska’s kiss and the 'Victory Aura' also gave him a much-needed morale boost. Riska, standing beside him with a grave expression, turned on her phone's flashlight and aimed it at the zombie horde. The light didn't drive them away; instead, it seemed to draw their attention even more. "Light has no effect on them," Riska whispered, her voice tense. "They aren't Shadow Crawlers." "Sucrose Zombies are only interested in the scent of sugar," the Master AI hovering behind Riska suddenly muttered, its robotic voice now slightly more firm.

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.

It was protecting its children from the zombie horde. Even zombies instinctively protected their offspring. And yet my own sister spent every waking moment plotting against me. The thought left a bitter chill in my chest. Fortunately, my sadness lasted less than three seconds before my mood brightened again. Because at that exact moment, the system informed me that the zombie siege had counted as a major survival crisis. Even though I had survived partly thanks to the zombie bird’s help, I was still eligible for a special reward because of it.

A long, dark red piece of intestine was still hanging from the corner of its torn mouth. "Roar!" The zombie let out an inhuman howl and dropped the piece of flesh in its hand before charging at Julian like a rabid animal. "Get away! Get away from me!" Julian was absolutely terrified and swung the kitchen knife wildly, hacking at the zombie's head. But long-term starvation had left him slow and weak. The slash missed the zombie's head and landed on its shoulder instead. With a crack, the rusty kitchen knife sank deep into the gap near the zombie's collarbone and stuck there.

I looked around, trying to spot any signs of movement in the darkness but the vampires seemed like ghosts, attacking quickly and then vanishing back into the night. Amidst the chaos, I had a feeling of impending danger. I sensed someone behind me, and a chilling breath touched my neck. I turned quickly, holding my dagger up, only to face the cold stare of a vampire. The vampire lunged at me with a fierce hunger, showing its teeth in a menacing snarl. I fought bravely, swinging my sword at the vampire's sharp claws. We fought fiercely, trying to stay alive but the vampire was too strong, and I couldn't defend myself well.

Quiliu gulped down, his dull and emotionless eyes seemed to have a bit of dark spark when Xia said those words, not wanting to forever be curious about the thing that suddenly bithered him, he bit his lip with his sharp teeth that a little bit of blood that was coloured green is visible to the naked eye but Xia who had already remove her gaze and eyes now looking at the sky, didnt notice it, if ever she has noticed it, the cold and unbeating heart that suddenly got sensitive when meeting this evolved zombie will definitely be anxious and hurt and wanted to do anything just to lessen the 'pain' this zombie is suffering. "You..." Quiliu started to say as his gaze at Xia white face deepened, hi

I'd never love a woman with no brains like you! He pulled up the ladder entirely and disappeared into the vent. The zombies were getting closer now. I could hear their roars even from where I stood. I shot down a couple that got too close. Through the corner of my eye, I saw Yvonne stood petrified, and she was shaking all over. A zombie lunged at her. I thought it would tear her apart, but Yvonne rolled out of the way, then she snapped up a metal pipe and smashed it down on the zombie.

A doll with only his eyes alive. Then, the woman rolled towards him. The wheels squeaked. In the quiet of the corridor, the black mage’s heavy and strained breath was setting the zombie’s acute hearing on edge. Now threatened with death, the zombie’s brain canceled his master’s ban: Zomzom was no longer afraid of killing. He felt his own will become stronger. He felt he could sink his teeth into anyone’s thin neck without any trouble. He could tear their chest to pieces with his claws, to get to their soft heart. He looked at Livia, and even her diseased state didn’t dull his hunger.

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

"What's your name?" The brunette hesitated, the fire dimming as uncertainty crept in. "Katie." "Nice to meet you Katie, my name is Bobby." The vampire nodded towards her colleague. "This is Alex. You probably recognise him from when our team infiltrated the pack under the guise of working with your old alpha." "Yeah, I remember. Had a face like you were permanently sucking a lemon." The she-wolf snipped. "Still do." "Maybe it was the company that was leaving a sour taste." Alex shot back calmly, his not-so-subtle insult hitting its mark perfectly.