Zombies 2 Wyatt Novels & Stories

God, I really need to hump this man once this is over—my panties are wet already. "I don't understand..." Ryan is clutching the wheel. The poor guy's heart must be racing. "What are you planning on doing? Our best option here is to drive the fuck away from them. You are a human, right? Listen to me they-will-eat-you." I get down on the floor and grab a molotov cocktail—time to have some damn fun. These zombies are about to see how we party up at the mafia headquarters! "Keep on driving, darling," I throw Ryan a kiss, winking playfully. He might not remember me, but that doesn't matter—I will show him something he will never forget.

Wade Carter, Jasmine Cole's male best friend, was a useless bum who couldn't muster the guts to kill even a single, regular zombie even though it'd been three years since the apocalypse. However, he was now ordering me around like he was a king. I heard his voice coming from the military-grade walkie-talkie as he arrogantly said, "Don't just stand there, Jason! You heard Jasmine! Move it! Run right to the eastern ruins and distract the Tier Six zombies! "You'll never hear the end of it if they scratch the vehicle's bulletproof glass and get in my way of going to the inner city!" The b*stards were yelling at me from the safety of the vehicle. The zombie virus was quickly spreading through my

Wyatt took out a dagger. " May you rot in hell," I said as Wyatt slit his throat several times. Zion's blood streamed down, and an awful sound came from him. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't, I wanted to see and make sure he was dead. He finally stopped struggling and Wyatt looked back at me. " Now, I'm all dirty," he mumbled, unamused. His clothes and face were covered in blood. I grimaced, and a guard brought him a towel with which he wiped his face.

I casually tossed the grenade up and down in my hand like a ball before hurling it toward the car where Scarface was hiding. By the time Scarface managed to shove away the zombies around him, his entire body had already erupted into flames. He staggered around screaming in agony, desperately trying to find water to put himself out. But there was nothing here that could save him. I watched expressionlessly as he burned into a charred corpse before collapsing onto the ground. I wondered how many survival points the system would reward me after destroying this many zombies at once. Thinking about that, I turned and walked back toward the estate.

His movements were fluid, calculated, but the number of infected kept multiplying. “Ethan, we need to move!” I yelled, my voice rising above the chaos, but he was already fighting, taking care of the zombies that came too close. But then it happened. The one thing we hadn’t accounted for. A zombie lunged at him from behind, and before he could react, its teeth sank into his shoulder. “No!” I screamed, my heart lurching as I watched him falter. Blood began to pour from the wound, and I could see the strain on his face, the shock that hit him as the infection began to take hold.

Seeing the snowflake so present in the thoughts of the one she considered her favorite, her treasure, her best creation, annoyed her. Idiot, a thousand times idiot. She extinguished the light in a being that didn't deserve it. In someone who mattered to her, more than she should. What a way to take lives. That tactic will never change. Her gaze was towards the ceiling, trying to control her anger. Until she heard someone picking up the broken pieces of the bottle. Za. She glanced at him briefly. "The more bottles you break, the fewer you'll have back," Za said cautiously collecting the glass shards.

They each offered their congratulations in some way or the other, and Ty of course started his bullshit. "Who the fuck is that now?" Someone was at the gate? Quinn checked his watch and looked at Cord. "You expecting company?" Cord looked fifty shades of confused as he shook his head no. "It's your girl and her brother." He didn't even wait for the rest of us to react, just started walking towards the gate to let them in. "Hold it." That was Logan for you, he didn't give a fuck kids or not, he wasn't trusting shit. "Zak, check the perimeter." That was easy, all I had to do was pull that shit up on my phone, it was like Google earth but with a twist. "We're clear, it's just the boy and the gi

Werewolves, especially young werewolves, couldn't get sick. I took a seat at the dining room table as Blake sprinted up the stairs and I took out my phone to scroll through my I*******m feed. Minutes later, Blake came back down with Tyce following. He seemed to look okay. He was dressed well and had the same smug look on his face he always did.

It had been a long night but it was far from over and Lucas had no doubt in his mind that it would be a few more long hours before he could even try and sleep. He had been taking stock of the evening's events when he heard someone calling his name. He glanced up to see Alex Forrester headed his way with a vampire trailing after him. Both Alex and Bobby carried the same concerned looks on their faces and wore the trademark black uniforms of the committee's law enforcement agents. Both had been involved in the raid and had taken on the task of heading up the recovery of the she-wolves trapped around the territory. The seemingly unlikely pair worked well together despite Alex's brooding persona

I sharply asked. Growls stopped, they looked at me like I said something they’ve never heard before. “We don’t have that kind.” He moves forward which makes me and Rendall brace ourselves for an incoming fight. “I am thinking of who to kill first but black and grey ones volunteered,” Rendall said and nudge my back using his shoulder as a signal to attack. I quickly get my dart and throw it at the werewolf beside me, and then the monsters started to counter. I pulled out the spear on the werewolf in front of me and throw it to the one that is behind Rendall. I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front.