Zombies 2: Wolf Tales Novels & Stories

The countdown ticked down, and I could feel my anxiety building. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Then— the ground underneath the flags began terrible. The ground broke open, and three figures emerged. I froze on the spot, my blood running cold instantly. There were three Zombies. One was a sword-wearing hunk with piercing blue eyes. The second was a ripped boxer with a menacing scowl. And the third... oh god, it was a fox woman with piercing green eyes and a sly grin. The sword master spoke, his voice like honey. "Ah, fresh meat."

Zara couldn’t shake off how dangerous his voice sounded in those lonely corridors, “within this kingdom called Zenrada are wolves you should watch out for.” The Vampire’s response intrigued Zaramanni. Though something told her that he was just weaving words to scare her for his pleasure. Eyes trained on the creature, she asked, “Which of the wolves?” “I don’t know who, but I overheard their conversation. They are after you, Zaramanni. You need to watch out.” “You strangely sound serious about this,” Zara found herself uttering in a low voice. Her brows twitching, she stole a glance at the sky beyond, and as she did that, the corner of her eyes caught a glimpse of the Vampire’s teeth.

“Like a roach.” He laughs, the sound swallowed by thunder. “And you’re predictable. Always playing the hero.” His gaze flicks to the twins. “But heroes die. *Mothers* die.” Ryland steps forward, his movements stiff, his voice a ragged growl. “Walk away, Zane. Last warning.” Zane’s smile widens. He snaps his fingers. The wolves attack. You shove the twins behind a moss-crusted boulder, spinning to meet the first wolf. Teeth snap at your throat—you duck, driving your elbow into its ribs. It yelps, but another slams into your side, claws raking your hip. Pain burns, sharp and bright.

Determined to confront Sasha and protect her loved ones, Zelda's heart beats with renewed hope as they approach their destination. With a gentle push, Thorne swings open the door to the concealed room, revealing shelves adorned with an array of deadly implements. The glint of cold steel catches Zelda's eye, a stark reminder of the imminent danger that looms over them. Thorne carefully selects each weapon, explaining their unique properties and how they can counter the formidable strength of a werewolf.

"ETA on their backup?" "Unknown. But Zara, I'm detecting unusual electromagnetic signatures from inside the warehouse. They have technology I don't recognize." Zara felt her new wolf instincts prickle with warning. "What kind of technology?" "Energy weapons. Possibly designed to disrupt supernatural physiology." "Meaning they have guns that can kill werewolves specifically," Zara translated grimly. "Meaning," Adrian said, "this rescue just became significantly more complicated." Zara's phone buzzed with an incoming call from Kyle. She answered, keeping her voice steady.

I hugged them both and they soon left, needing to get their wolves back, some needed urgent medical care. Once Luara and I were in the back seat of the car, Torey kissed my head and told me he would be back in a minute. I knew exactly where he was headed, and what he was going to do, the presence of his wolf told me that he wanted to rip the two dead bodies in the basement to shreds for what they had done to his daughter. Pack members kept checking up on Luara and me as we waited for Torey to come back. Luara had fallen asleep in my arms; she was exhausted and needed to rest. She would be examined by the pack doctor the moment we arrived home.

"My wolf said 'Celly, let me have control' but I didn't know how and she told me to picture sliding open a door. So I focused on picturing our side door at home and I flung it wide open. Suddenly, I felt like I was there but not there. I saw that my fingers had turned into claws, my hands were massive paws. I yanked hard against the ropes and they broke. With my hands or paws free, I started slashing and tearing at all of them. Jerk and Twit came rushing back in and jumped on me. I felt three hard blows to my head and then everything went black and I heard my wolf say, 'I'm sorry Celly. I tried.' Then it was just blackness." "In the blackness, I had a dream and I knew I was dreaming but it f

Kael stands beside me, face pale, fury barely contained. “This Game,” he whispers, “is rewriting the rules.” I swallow hard. “What does that mean?” “It means,” he says darkly, “that even the shadows are choosing sides.” My wolf trembles inside me. Violet whispers something I don’t want to hear: ‘We’re not just losing players. We’re making monsters for the next Game.’

He crumples beneath her, lifeless. We’ve just launched ourselves at the remaining two when I catch the familiar scents of Xander and Zach flanking us. Relief washes over me, but Zanthe doesn’t falter. She tears into the throat of the nearest wolf, her powerful jaws ending the threat instantly. Xander lunges past us, a flash of fur and teeth, taking down the second with a decisive snap.

outside the abandoned garage the man and wolves chasing the real queen readied themselves as the make to burst in and Catch THE REAL QUEEN. the pushed the door open to reveal an empty space and the chair the young boy was tied up on. the rope dangling solemnly on the chair handle. "we lost her again," the man groaned and grab one of the wolves biting down hard on the wolves neck while the others stared at him in horror as he devoured the werewolf. meanwhile at the backyard the woman could be seen fleeing through the back door with the boy firmly tied to the bike.