Zombie Warhammer 40k Novels & Stories

"Alright, you say we don't have much time to talk, but why am I here?" "I need to warn you of a war, and I need you to let your family know because they will be dragged into this war." "What war?" "The war between the god Ashton and the humans." "Why would that involve my family?" "Ashton will ask other gods to aid him in this war." "Why does he even want this war?" "You can say he has a hate for them." "Why does he hate them?" "Humans kill what they don't understand and are different than them." I guess that can be true, and that's why us werewolves keep our self a secret from the humans.

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!

Yet, even with its head gone and its chest riddled with holes, it still continued to attack. "This thing isn’t dying, sir!" Strider grabbed the zombie's sword and split it in half. He then took a few steps back to put some distance between himself and the creature. Seeing this, Adrian frowned and said, "There are worms inside their bodies, and I think the worms are what’s controlling them. Our only way to stop them is to crush them until there's nothing left!" "Yes, sir!" Strider leaped into the air and formed a ball of light around his fist before attacking the zombie again.

He had accidentally come in contact with the dark fumes and its corrosive properties scalded him badly. "How dare you've been repeatedly trying to resist us, you lowly vermin! You deserve death!" bellowed the newly-arrived Zombie derisively, clearly stronger and more powerful than the warriors. The young leader quickly took out a gold-colored whistle and he blew into it. An ear-splitting note from the whistle almost burst their eardrums. The young leader grimaced with horror. The sound of his whistle failed to reach outside. "Calling for help, eh?" cackled the Zombie vilely, "You sniveling warriors. We only need the hearts of ordinary humans! There's no reason to massacre us!"

I walk through the crowd of people conversely to see the source of danger and my eyes almost bulges out. Zombies swarm across the hole from above the leaking ceiling of the base. Endlessly falling and tumbling to the ground chasing and biting people with their disgustingly sharp teeth..! Blood saturating the ground with rotten smells and tiny worms splattered around the base. "This is the apocalypse?!" I have never seen one before. This is the first. "Help..! Aaaaahh!" A rotting zombie takes hold of a child and is about to bite her. My hand trembles but I pick up my courage and...

Mrs Collins screamed and turned back running towards her van while tons of zombies also started running after her. Immediately she gets to where her van was parked and wanted to open the door, the key to the van fell from her because she was trembling one of the zombies that are after Mrs Collins was so close to her and wanted to beat her when someone from nowhere showed up and hit the zombie with the long harmer he was holding.

Amid the wreckage, the Crimson Pact — the alliance of deserters and rebel vampires — teetered on the brink of collapse. In a makeshift bunker beneath the Abyss District, Evelyn entered the underground war room. Faces that had once been allies now wore suspicion. Adrian, former Delta-7 commander, the man who had once saved her from the Council. Lyra Voss, pure-blood renegade, who had sworn loyalty to Lucien. The rest were warriors — half-human, half-monster — who had once believed they could change the world. The air was heavy with silence. On the table lay a map of Valenfort, marked with countless red symbols — zones already seized by Seraphim.

“We offer him as a gesture of goodwill. The Mer have never wanted war. We feel that we have been forced to it. Not just in recent days, but for hundreds of years. The energy and time that we have spent in planning and preparing for this day could have been better spent on efforts for our people, improving the energy sources or medical practices, and expanding our cities and their defenses against the hazards of our world. But, instead, due to the toxins the land continuously pours into our waters, the theft from our food sources, and, as if that were not enough, the drilling into our seabeds in search of the black death, we have had no choice but to prepare for war against you. Now, you have

Gigi instantly followed suit, doing the same thing. I barely processed what had happened when a scream left my lips at the monster that emerged. Her form was that of a wolf that had begun decaying, skin eaten away by bacteria, exposing the bones and organs inside her on her chest and legs. Her eyes switched to night vision and glowed a terrifying red. It was as if a zombie had climbed its way to earth in order to feed on all our pups.

The trees grew closer together, the crystal branches intertwining above them, creating a canopy that blocked out the sky. The whispering grew louder, and they could now make out Adelia’s voice clearly. She was calling their names, begging for help. They followed the sound until they reached a clearing, where they saw Adelia standing in the centre, surrounded by a group of shadowy figures. Russe and Reina transformed into their werewolf form again, ready for battle. They charged towards the figures, their claws slashing through the darkness. As they fought, they caught glimpses of the figures’ faces, and their blood ran cold. They were the lost souls of the forest, trapped in this realm and c