Zombie Romanticism Novels & Stories

“So, it’s true. Authors do not write baseless stories on the werewolf genre.” As a Billionaire romance writer, it was my job to sketch the characters based on the real world, but this gruesome reality changed the direction of my thoughts. A cocktail of emotions was swirling inside me, making me question everything. I couldn’t decipher Zuriel’s real intentions for me. One minute, he was a growling beast, and the next second, he was the sweetest guy in the world. Not to mention my escape plan, he was so angry that I could feel the burn. His dangerous warnings froze the crimson liquid flowing in my body, hinting towards his beast mode.

When she took her nightgown off and declared that she was mine, I couldn’t help myself. The problem is I won’t be able to go back to resisting. Now that I’ve had her, there’s no going back. I can’t take it slow with her. My urges won’t let me. Being a zombie makes everything intense when it comes to hunger and sexual urges. Feelings, on the other hand, become more apathetic, well, most feelings at least. I haven’t seemed to have lost my feelings for Lacey. I still question if I love her or not and if I’m capable of love.

“The house isn’t creepy.” “Yes, it is,” Owen and Caroline said in unison. Ben dipped his roller back into the paint tray. “It has character.” Caroline hopped down from the stool and wiped paint from her hands. A streak of green smeared across her forehead. “This house has the same amount of character as Amityville.” Ben laughed and stepped closer, lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe the paint from her skin. “My house is not haunted. It just needs some attention.”

Suddenly, from the shadows in the middle of the warehouse, the rampaging Zombie BOSS reappeared. It stomped forward, the freezer on its back swaying wildly, its eyes glowing a fiery red. The Zombie BOSS spotted Kevin lunging at Bima. "Mmmph… interloper… negative… content… this is… my… romance!" the Zombie BOSS growled. It seemed to be affected by Bima’s newly activated 'Romance Aura' and viewed Kevin as a 'content rival.' The Zombie BOSS charged at Kevin with the freezer on its back. WHAM!

But the thing that was even more rude is, they had unexpectedly got fed with dog food by the very own little girl whose hands had just killed a zombie ruthlessly a while ago and the unfeeling zombie that have no care to his own kind. The single dog zombies who have not yet had been in a relationship in the past and also in the present: ... Wu...Wu... Wu (They are public displaying affection in front of single dogs like us! They are truly a sinner indeed) The woman who's collar was still being dragged by the indifferent zombie who had clearly evolve a while ago at her back: ... Ah, truly unfortunate to run into these lovebirds. Even little girls now had a love life on their own. I am only tor

The dead, vampires, werewolves, and zombies are everywhere these days, that makes them a bunch of lefty retards, but even lefty retards vote. Ultimately, the fact that a demon was elected in Lovecraft made the first place, where the single, catholic religion was banned, also where people don't die, those who die, before the ten-year period, are simply zombies that continue to roam around the city. The groups that are being isolated and stifled, they are great for screaming, but they were rejected in that city, these groups are great losers, when they are not accepted by the groups in that city.

Now, he carried on strolling along the corridor, noticing every detail around him: the ancient torch holders, the patterns in the cracks on the stonework and the soft tissue of the skirt trailing along the floor far ahead of him. Zomzom didn’t experience any fear or curiosity. In fact, he couldn’t care less who was hiding around the corner. With his every step, the Dark was clouding more thickly, turning the air into sticky jelly. Into a stinking brew of bones and blood... The dead had their own view of what happened around them. The zombie perceived something a live person might think was just a heightened level of background magic. Now, for example, a witch was performing an evil ritual so

He looked up weakly "should we allow the end of days so easily?" "I guess not," Ash scuffed his trainers on the floor "let's be grateful that zombies are easy to get rid of." "How'd you know?" Marie said crisply. She leaned her back against the door, holding fast to the handle as she scoured the room for something to jamb under it. "I know in films they can be, but this isn't a film. These things are already dead and working on something beyond our comprehension. They'd be easier to understand if they were the result of a Haiti ritual."

“How much do you know about zombies?” “I know that they are walking corpses and they pack a powerful bite,” Jasper replied. Ben gave a small chuckle as he picked at a hangnail while saying, “I imagine that bite can hurt. Possibly worse than the werewolf.” Then, adjusting his body in his seat, he said, “Although they exist, zombies are not easy to find. They are very different from the zombies in the movies. The only things that the film makers got right is the fact that they eat the flesh of humans, have impaired mobility, and are ugly as sin. They are not a true corpse, but a body that has shut down almost to the point of death. It is only by the ingestion of live DNA that it can continue

"How about you tell us what you know about the damn zombie wolves chasing us?" The air grew heavier. The word zombie felt out of place in such an ancient setting, but Vardam’s serious look made it clear he understood. He arched a brow, leaning forward. "Zombie… wolves?" he repeated, a crease forming between his brows. "Are you saying you’re being hunted by corpses?" "Mutilated ones," Icarus explained, his voice low, heavy with anger and disgust. "They smell of death, their eyes empty. As if they had no soul… but they refuse to die."