Zombie Warhammer 40k Novels & Stories

Lucas the Demon, Biggy the Zombie of Godly Boxer, White Doll the Zombie of Steel Limbs, Scarlet the Zombie of Polar Ice, Rayne the Zombie of Petrification, Sven the Zombie of the Ghastly Sword, Skeletal Lady the Zombie of the Big Clean Sweep, and Rexy the Zombie of Godly Gun. Lucas, the Apocalyptic Legion, Dark Ashura, and tens of thousands of Dark Races began their grand march toward the Sky Blue Base City.

"Why is it so loud this early..." His voice was cut off. On the screen back in the bunker, Julian's pupils widened. He froze as if someone had cast a curse on him. The once-bustling downtown streets had become a hellscape. Burning vehicle wrecks were everywhere. Torn flesh and innards littered the ground, and hundreds, maybe thousands, of bloodstained zombies staggered through the streets. One zombie lay sprawled on the hood of a sedan, greedily gnawing on a human leg.

Life without the White Wolf's blessing was like a nightmare they couldn't wake up from. Within a week, the lush forests of the Silver Moon territory began to wither. The streams turned muddy and dried up. A mysterious plague began to spread among the pups and the elderly, a cough that no medicine could cure—because the only cure was the aura of a White Wolf. Married life wasn't the sweet dream Alexander and Lucas had imagined. Instead, it was a total disaster. Before, they were the Gods of War in the pack. Every hunt yielded the fattest, most prize-worthy game. They arrogantly believed this was due to their own superior talent and strength.

The first zombie broke through the defenses, its rotting fingers grabbing the edge of the deck as it climbed up! "Ah!" Screams erupted instantly. The zombie was bloated. Its eyes hung on its cheeks as it lunged straight at me. "Clarissa!" Hans yelled, immediately raising his gun and aiming at the zombie in front of me. The next second, he was immediately drawn to Winnie's scream. "Hans! I'm scared!" He hesitated for a second before immediately turning his gun toward the zombies near Winnie. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach.

The shelter’s main gate collapsed, and a tide of zombies poured inside, roaring and screeching. “Honey, this one’s on you.” I hid behind her and pointed at the incoming swarm. Ruth raised her hand without a trace of emotion. As a deep, dull hum filled the air, the dozen zombies charging in front exploded instantly into clouds of blood mist. Flesh and blood splattered across the walls. The zombies behind them hadn’t even had time to react before a horrifying force crushed them flat into pulp. This was the S-class ability—gravity manipulation. It was the ultimate wipe-out skill.

I'd never love a woman with no brains like you! He pulled up the ladder entirely and disappeared into the vent. The zombies were getting closer now. I could hear their roars even from where I stood. I shot down a couple that got too close. Through the corner of my eye, I saw Yvonne stood petrified, and she was shaking all over. A zombie lunged at her. I thought it would tear her apart, but Yvonne rolled out of the way, then she snapped up a metal pipe and smashed it down on the zombie.

“This should end before sunrise. As the sun sets, the heart-breaking war started. Both sides run to close our distance, but I felt something was wrong. I stood there and watched them fall gradually. Soon our side was on the verge of winning. Newborns were stronger especially because they were still in the bloodthirst stage. I let them run wild for this war despite the possibility that they might lose control. Kylo was fighting Zild and having a hard time. Zild was fighting with him at ease. He was just even playing with him. I looked around and saw a massive number of fallen soldiers from Kylo’s army. I walked forward then I felt a strangely familiar presence. I could hear a weird clash of a

Getting out of the Artemia Kingdom and finishing their intended task without losing a soldiers is the ideal outcome that Samel desires, but the participation of the death soldiers will surely tear apart his ideal if he did not stop them. Death soldiers are pitiful werewolves that were forced to become emotionless puppets that could be controlled by the cause of their sufferings. They do not fear death and injuries, and they merely rush on without caring about anything else than to complete the order of their master. Such soldiers are ticking time bombs that would one way or another change the flow of the battlefield. Killing them is the best solution that Samel could think, because his soldi

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.