Zombies 3 Willa Novels & Stories

I watched as a light frown grew on her face while she looked back and forth in her bedroom making me smile lightly in amusement. Amaya: How can you see me? Is it a special power for vampires? The small amount of knowledge she has of vampires was kinda cute. Of course, she just learned about our existence today but still. Me: No, look outside of your window. She turned her head towards the window searching for me. It took a little time before she finally spotted me and smiled. She walked towards me and opened the window. "What are you still doing here?" She whispered. "I'm guarding you."

She went to attack me but I dodged it and ended up behind her. Cleo heard the commotion and came flying in the room. My little savage tried to protect me but in return got thrown through a window. I stood laughing as Willow turned and looked at me. Before she could attack again Jonas hit her with the tranquilizers. It took three of them to take her down completely. I was impressed needless to say.

Zara was grateful for this unexpected reunion and looked forward to the adventures that college would bring, knowing that she had someone like Jason by her side. Zara's conversation with Alex was abruptly interrupted when Vincent, her assigned hewolf, walked into them. Vincent was a loyal and protective member of her werewolf pack, tasked with keeping an eye on her and ensuring her safety during her time at college. Vincent's eyes narrowed as he saw Zara engaged in conversation with Jason, a mix of concern and possessiveness flickering across his face. He was well aware of Zara's past feelings for Jason and the history they shared. His instincts as a werewolf heightened his protective nature

As he walks back inside the hospital, an idea sparked in his head. The zombie series that Zofi saw on a streaming site turned out enjoyable to watch. Her phone rang in the middle of a scary scene but after the bad dream of her and Billie going on their own separate ways, there’s nothing else that could scare her at this hour. She picked up the call from an international number. “Zofi! It’s Billie. Can we do video call?” Billie said on the other line. Even a hundred undead creatures won’t make her do faster than this request from someone he's been waiting to call.

Once everyone finds their mates, each pack should have an Alpha, Luna, Beta male and female, Gamma male and female, and Delta male and female. My family was not a ranked family, we were all omegas. My older sister Tessa was studying to be a pack doctor, and I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. Most she-wolves my age were already in college, but because of my accident, I just finished catching up on high school last year and have been taking the past year to just rest and reflect on what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Obviously, with my disability, there were a ton of career paths I could not even consider.

What was this duo up to? Their house was beautifully decorated, but the colours were not the best. “How are you finding the place so far?” aunt Zora asked while we were eating. She turned to Zach whom she had strategically put next to her. Either she had great maternal instincts or she was so used to playing games and manipulating people. “Do you like it here, Zach?” “Yes, I want to see the werewolves,” he said, excitedly, making aunt Zora go pale. Bonnie gasped. “Emilia thinks there are many of them in this town. Werewolves are so cool.”

Zane's POV: Coming to WolfsBane I only had one thought in mind: To set myself free from the grasp of my over ambitious grandmother. But as I suspected WolfsBane was plagued with crime. And the orchestrators were Panther Shifters, so I started tracking them down. I followed them to their missions, several hideouts and respective homes but I was never able to catch a glimpse of their boss. After their last mission a few days ago, I followed them to their hideout for a meeting. They had a discussion about spying on a girl from Brown's Bar, they claimed that it was their Boss’s orders.

And to top it off, my mother still isn’t speaking to me, so all in all, things feel quite hopeless. I’ve always thought that Bella chick in Twilight was a little overdramatic, but right now I would be more than happy to go find some woods to cry in. Maybe then some handsome wolf-man would rescue me, I think to myself wryly, but hey, this is real life and there are no happy endings. Instead, I simply sit on the floor, tracking the moon’s progress across the picture window of my attic flat until, at last, the birds start to chirp.

Death tells him "Who's that?" He asks "Can I go?" I ask tiredly "It's me, and yeah, your little friend is in your room," Death says "My little friend," "The werewolf," he says At his words, I take off running past him and quickly up the stairs in record time before bursting into my room where she was sitting on my bed covering her ears. "What is with the screaming?" She asks "Sorry," I say before sticking my head out of the door, "Death can we go in your room?!" I ask him