Zombie Warhammer 40k Novels & Stories

but because of the noise, the remaining zombie that was separated from them by the smoke signal of Raymart is rushing towards them! approximately there were 9zombies approaching them but they are exhausted already and outnumbered! "not now!"- Bhlezy the zombies are now near!! "UUU!!! were doomed..."- David they push their selves to raise their weapons and clash with the incoming wave "WAAA!!!"- All a warcry! a last burst of energy from their arsenal *dag!* the 4 of them are now clashing the 9zombies which is trying to bite them!! they are pushing the zombies but not to avail

☆☆☆ Inside It was foggy within but they could still see what lies buried within the cemetery, they walked stealthily like ghosts trying effectively not to attract unwanted attentions. The Zompires are dead creatures considered to be undead, their existence is a curse and an abomination of the hidden world itself. They are ludicrous and predictable unlike other creatures on the planet, they're visibly blind but attracted to noises and lights. They could transform others at will with just a bite but that differs between species. It hasn't been really tested on a dhampir but Rapidfire was not ready to try that out yet.

It was implied when I say he is the King of Fire. He started chanting something under his breath and then a circle of void opened up. Without even questioning anything this time, we stepped in. And we ended up in the middle of a full blown war. The stench of rotten corpse from the zombies made me want to puke. The screams of people, the war cries and the growls of wolves and the snarls of vampires almost burst my ear drums. Fucking shit. Also, who the fuck are these people in armour? And how the fuck are so many zombie witches still here? It seemed like we had made absolutely no difference at all. Or maybe, the ones we did save were really very few in numbers when compared to the overall wit

added my Zeta. There was a lot at stake. If war broke out in this pack it would cause a lot of problem for everyone.

And then, the true nightmare crawled out of the deep crust. There was no warning. It was a massive, infinite swarm of pure abomination. Tens of thousands of skeletal, rotted zombies clad in rusted iron armor clawed their way out of the freezing mud. Right behind them, decaying undead horsemen mounted on terrifying, skeletal horses burst from the smoke, their hollow eye sockets burning with blue ethereal flames as they raised jagged broadswords into the fractured sky. Within seconds, the entire plateau was completely surrounded by a swarm of undead warriors from the Land of the Dead.

"Boss, from now on, whatever you say goes. No questions." After Garrick’s rebellion was crushed, the warehouse fell into silence. The trust between Rhys and me had never been stronger, but it extended no further than the two of us. Three months passed, and the temperature rose slightly. Across from us, Delilah’s camp had grown restless. They were actively preparing. I knew what that meant. The final fight was coming. I tossed the modified nail gun to Rhys. The steel-reinforced body made it heavy in his hands. "Hold the roof. If those solar panels go down, we’re done."

The next morning, the guards and chef were already awake before I was. I had barely finished washing up when I saw them standing in the main hall waiting for me. Judging from the looks on their faces, they had already seen what was happening outside. I turned toward the street beyond the one-way glass just in time to see a swarm of grotesque zombies roaming the roads. Some still vaguely resembled humans, but most were drenched in blood, their faces twisted into horrifying shapes. A few were so badly mutilated that their organs spilled out as they ran.

"Good. Lets just get back to the warehouse. Get behind the walls." The four-kilometer drive felt like it took hours. Every time a stray zombie stumbled out from a side alley my foot jerked on the pedal. The heavy steel plow on the front of the truck pushed them aside like dry branches. The city was still burning around me, black columns of smoke twisting into the gray sky but all I could think about was the cold terrifying look in Justin’s eyes. He was right about one thing—the world was changing fast. If a Tier 2 Awakened was already walking around on day one, my current defenses weren't going to be enough to keep me alive.

The creature let out a wet shriek as its flesh burnt off where it touched the barrier, its grey skin smoking as it was hurled back ten feet. The necklace was sensing the danger and its protective aura flaring with every one of Naelis's heartbeat. For nearly an hour, the clearing became a battle ground. Zoran was a god of war, a primordial force that the creatures simply couldn't touch. He moved between them like a shadow, his red eyes were the last thing they saw before his teeth found their vitals. He was brutal, and entirely focused on slaughtering them. Finally, the last of the abominations fell, its head rolling across the grass as Zoran’s jaws released it.

And in that silence I looked at Austin, seated beside me at the war council table for the first time, and I thought, "five packs just declared war on one Omega who they are terrified of." They should be.