Zombie Romanticism Novels & Stories

Helen Jan 2012 The Werewolf Verily, the moon is bright Merrily, I rejoice the sight Scarily, I will re-form Hairily, I am reborn Continue reading... Ron Sparks Jun 2015 I Hate Zombies I hate zombies they are the infantile enemy the foe against which there is no guilt the essential human questions of right of wrong of morality never apply to the cerebellum-craving undead. It's us or them hunt or be hunted **** or be killed they are enemies that fail to challenge our notions of what it is to be us give me a werewolf any day

As her blood streamed into the air, Rose thrust out her palm. A pitch black-skinned zombie with a white bone exoskeleton launched out of the wave, careening for the sparkling red liquid. The pitch-black zombie jumping across the air stood out in the dull desert tone, making it look scary. The zombie commander sprang into the air, causing sand to shoot forth as it opened its mouth wide, attempting not to miss even a drop of Rose's blood. If he wasn't a monster, he'd be one of the most heinous perverts with a blood fetish.

Adam lamented. “I’m just wondering if maybe we should get him inside and bolt the door. This might not be the safest place for him after all. She’s getting a might closer and some of those zombie spirits look like they’re coming back to life in a not too friendly way.” He studied the spirits who were once so animated but were now acting dazed and confused. A few of them were losing that dazed look. It was being replaced by one of intelligence and… Anger? Hate? He couldn’t tell.

"I am lonely most of the time. But now I have you. I won't be lonely anymore" She came closer to him placing both of her hands on his cheeks,stared into his eyes,he stared back. There seemed to be a change of atmosphere at that point. It became a romantic atmosphere. He gently placed his hands around her waist. She got closer,her face just an inch away from his and she gave him a kiss on his lips. It was so magical that he had to close his eyes. She continued kissing,this time she focused on the lower lip,then then upper lip and he picked up the pace from there. They kissed each other's lips so passionately until Jane let out a slight moan. He then went further to kiss her neck,while squeezi

They have to carry the emotions just like any other person but -as dead beings. They can't even mourn for the person they love when they were dead. Because it was deemed to be weak. As a vampire, they were someone who won against nature. And made their existence powerful. They were someone who won against nature. As superior beings, they were not supposed to be weak. Zaros wished he could turn into a human or some other creature where he was alive. He wanted to be a person who can cry. He wanted to be a person who can protect the people whom he loved.

the jealousy in the heart is starting to grow and time to time I'm joining the raid but still, I don't get the attack pattern of the zombies!! but with the help of Raymart, I can still manage my grounds in this fight! and when I thought everything was okay a strange zombie appeared!! its body was twisted and its moving using his for limbs like in a horror movie how the possessed person does the demon spider walk! it is bulkier than the normal zombie and moving in extreme speed! "wwooaaa!!"- John Carl it jumps from the back of the hoard and planning to attack me!!

Gelo has never made you feel this way, which is reasonable since you never loved him in the first place. but Genesis right in front of you, staring at you like you are an expensive gem to him just made you feel some other type of the way—just a single touch can make your organs explode. Gelo notices your nervousness, so he brings his face close to your neck—his lips biting your skin, which made your bare blossoms hardened. his arms still wrapped around your waist, his hands traveling your bareback. you never felt like this before...is this what you call affection? is this the feeling that you needed?

“They are especially connected to the voodoo practiced in places like the Caribbean and Africa. It’s usually a witch doctor or sorcerer who brings the person back to life with a spell. In the last hundred years, zombies have become increasingly common in literature, and a bit later, in film. In these modern stories, it’s usually some kind of plague or radiation that turns hordes of corpses into flesh-eating monsters.” Leesa nodded. She had been right to come to Dr. Clerval. He knew at least a little bit about lots of supernatural stuff. “I know there’ve been lots of books and movies in the last few years,” she said. “Is there any chance some of it could be based on something real? Like the v

The flickering candlelight danced across her face, casting elongated shadows that seemed to mirror the thoughts swirling in her mind. Her thoughts drifted to Zoe, the young woman whose presence had ignited a spark of recognition within her. Esmaralda had sensed the powerful aura that emanated from Zoe the moment she had set foot in her presence. It was a familiar energy, one that resonated with her own ancient bloodline of vampires.

Fuck, I hated that feeling. “I’m really sorry I hit you just now.” Nate shrugged. “No big deal. I mean, if you hadn’t had a zombie about to eat you, I probably would’ve tried to get in a hit or two myself. Understandable mistake.” Not really. “It’s not a zombie,” I said automatically. Zombies had to be raised using a certain kind of magic that put them under the control of the caster, and I was so sick of people not knowing the difference. “I can’t believe I didn’t hear it coming. Or smell it.” I wrinkled my nose at the stench of decay rising off the thing on the ground. The cold helped, but only subzero temperatures could’ve totally killed that smell.