Novel & Cerita Zombie Stories To Read Online

On the day the zombie outbreak occurs, I tell my boyfriend, Valerio Petrucci, to come over and hide in my apartment, where my front door is already reinforced. Soon, sounds of the door being knocked can be heard. I'm about to get up when transparent comment bubbles appear in front of my eyes. "Don't open the door! Valerio isn't the only one out there—there are a bunch of loan sharks with him as well!" "One of them is already infected with the zombie virus and is about to turn into a zombie!"

As expected, the comment section overwhelmingly supported her. Within minutes, people began organizing groups dedicated to “taking down” my estate. Watching the online mob rapidly grow larger, I remained completely unfazed. I couldn’t even be bothered to defend myself, because I already understood one thing clearly: In the apocalypse, having resources was a crime in itself. Besides, after all my renovations, the estate’s defenses had become virtually indestructible. Even zombies couldn’t get inside, so how could ordinary humans possibly break through? Still, the moment I saw the video, I immediately sensed something was wrong.

A crowd of zombies had already poured in from there. As the screams echoed, I switched off the monitors, lay down on my bed, and picked up a book. It wasn't a long read; I could probably finish it in three or four hours. By then, everything outside should be over. … When I closed the book, four hours had passed. It was the longest I had ever spent reading a book. The idea that I'd gained a little more knowledge left me feeling quite satisfied. When I pulled up the feeds again, bodies were scattered all over the safe house. Many infected were drifting aimlessly through the building.

But now… “Great! Now that’s done let me explain the rules of the new game. You are going to tell me a story. All you have to do is survive the story. Simple right?” Of course, it was not as simple. Anderson knew very well that anything concerning a demon would not be as simple. What was worse, this particular demon was very different. So, who knew what twisted game of story telling the demon had in mind? Anderson nodded warily at the demon’s enquiry. Whatever was coming he knew very well the odds would be against him as such he had his guard up. It was funny; He was rather feeling like the trapped one.

The smell of horsehair mixed with plaster in the walls and cotton in the overstuffed furniture made her miss her family to the point of tears. “Ye mourn for the loss of your loved ones,” Ebenezer said as he sat in the chair opposite her. When she nodded, he continued with, “Ye have lost one family, but ye have gained one as well. I not only speak of Edwin, but of the other vampires who will welcome ye with loving arms.” “I want no part of those evil beings,” she said vehemently.

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

Their fear was mostly because of ghost stories that they heard from the other girls in the dormitory as well as their own classmates. There were all sorts of ghost stories told of the girls’ lavatories that always ended up with students screaming in fright and insisting that they go to the lavatories in small groups. There were stories told of ghosts of past students who died in there from different reasons. There were stories of suicides because of a variety of reasons such as family and relationship problems. There were also stories when students took their own lives because of poverty when they were told by families that would need to stop schooling for a while. The teenagers could only s

For a moment, he just stood there with furrowed brows, his orbs fixed on the cover. “Zombies are Real?” he read, tapping his fingers on the book. Taking a deep breath, he averted his gaze to the books seated next to them. Using his free hand, he grabbed one. “Supernatural Being.” With his lips curled, he scanned them from back-to-front cover. Immediately after, his mind drifted without prior warning. Something about the titles probed his guts. He just didn’t know what. Should he believe these zombies and supernatural beings were true? If not, how could he explain what he’d seen the night before?

The problem is how to explain what he has experienced. "Ah, forget it..." Vincent then dismissed his curiosity and fed Kyron, who was hungry. Despite the food being served in front of him, Vincent's inaction puzzled Zach. "Aren't you eating?" Zach asked again. "I'm not hungry," Vincent answered briefly. “You didn't eat much last night either. Are you alright?" Zach asked, increasingly surprised. Vincent nodded. "Yes, I'm not hungry yet." Vincent dodged it, then returned to feeding Kyron. “If you want to read about vampires or Dracula, I think you can come to our church library. We have some books about that. But as far as I know, that's just an urban legend," said Zach, explaining to Vincent

My eyes stared at his face then to the monitor Memories flooded my mind.. our first date, our wedding. All the laughter, the fights, the quiet nights. All leading to this moment. I felt numb, like I was floating above the scene. Zora's voice was muffled, as if she was calling from far away. I couldn't process the words, couldn't move. My world had just shattered, and I was stuck in the wreckage. The pain would come later, but for now, I was frozen, trapped in this moment of loss.