Zombie Roleplay Games Novels & Stories

This someone has been forgetten back then, this someone destroyed me before. But today, he will dominate me again, hunt me and become his obsession this time. In Vlaze Kingdom, I am the Vampire's Obsession. NOTE: This story is a work of fiction. Names, Places, Incidents are only imagination of Author. Any resemble real names, places, co-events and locals are just coincidental. Thank you! God bless! Ps: plagiarism is a crime

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!

Claire rolled her eyes and then left the room, I smirked and took a deep breath, looking at the PC screen on. “Should I be concerned?” I heard Hyperion's question in jest. “Oh no… I only kill virtual people. It's a roleplaying game. Today we're going to finish a Vampire the Mask campaign, a very famous game even. In this case, I'm playing with a 9th generation vampire, let alone an old one, La Sombra, which is one of the clans, and which has the pyromaniac defect. Our mission is to invade a Caern, which is a place with great magical and pure power, so to speak, these places are usually protected by Werewolves, who are divided by tribes and within the tribes there are packs, which can be mixe

"Oh yeah? Well, I’m more than just a zombie dead!" "You know how in those movies and games people kill zombies and they get a second death? Well, I’m the undead zombie!" I declare, pointing at myself with a goofy sense of triumph despite feeling awful and in so much pain. "What? That doesn’t even make any sense!" Mia retorts laughing, but then she groans and holds her head again, falling back onto the couch. "Yes, it does!" I reply, and we dive back into our playful rivalry over who feels more dead.

The hostel room was dimly lit, its battered furniture and faded look a stark reminder of the chaos outside. Joseph sat by the window, his fingers gripping the cracked sill as his gaze swept over the campus below. The zombies still shuffled aimlessly, their low growls and guttural noises cutting through the eerie silence. He willed them to move away, even if just for a moment, but they stayed rooted, their presence a constant reminder of the nightmare that had engulfed the campus.

Everyone’s phone went off at once. "What?" Liam’s fiancée, Chloe, frowned, moving closer to his side. I looked down at my phone. A blood-red scale appeared on the screen. [Welcome to The Last Zombie: Final Reckoning.] [Detected: 15 members of the Sterling family.] [Objective: Eliminate all zombies. The last player standing inherits the entire family fortune.] [Current Asset Valuation: $12.7 Billion.] The living room went dead silent. "What kind of sick joke is this?" Liam tried to close the app, but the screen wouldn't budge. "Who made this?"

That was far better than hiding in some empty mountain hollow with nothing to eat and constant zombie attacks. At Tomorrow Base, there were only two kinds of people: people who could kill zombies and people who were extremely good at killing zombies. Under their leader, they established a zombie kill quota. Every person had to turn in one zombie head per day. Fail, and your own head was on the line. With such a ruthless fighting force, Tomorrow Base secured a foothold in the city center and kept growing stronger. Another subordinate sneered. "A trash league like that could never compare to our Tomorrow Base. Leagues like theirs are probably made of small suburban bases that couldn't survive

“I’d gladly do it myself.” “Let’s get down to business,” Zombie interrupts, his expression indicating he would prefer to be anywhere else… a surprising sentiment for someone who has always relished the spotlight. “The victor of this war will be the one who is still breathing when the other is dead,” he declares, stealing a glance at Clay, who nods almost imperceptibly. “As agreed, the rules state that we both must personally participate in at least thirty percent of the fights; no letting others fight our battles for us.” I am impressed that Adis has managed to enforce this rule. Zombie typically shares Kress’s strategy… allowing others to bear the brunt of the fighting while he swoops in wh