Zombies 3 Wyatt Novels & Stories

With a less-than-manly squeak, the driver jerked the RV to the side of the road and brought it to a halt. By then, William had already decapitated three of the wolves before they even had time to process what was happening and was quickly making his way forward. Fury emanated from him like a living, breathing thing. Emily heard the explosive sound of a gunshot and it caused her sensitive ears to ring painfully. She looked up and saw Amber on her knees; turned around to face the living quarters of the RV interior with a gun in her hand. A quick glance at William showed the first shot had missed him, but the gun was now trained on his chest and he stood perfectly still, watching her carefully.

"This is a murder attempt, Bryce. Be prepared to spend the rest of your life in prison!" Bryce's expression was savage as he cursed at her out loud. "You're a b*tch, Lori Levaine! If I knew how much of a b*tch you were, I would have ridden you to death in bed!" Lori felt nauseated. Her expression turned grim as she asked Bryce, "I'm going to ask you one last time. Tell me where Chad is right now." Bryce started laughing wildly again when he heard Lori's question. His laugh was sinister and crazy. "Haven't I been clear enough, Lori? Chad Lowry is dead. He died in that accident on the bridge…"

"Scarlett… Scarlett, I'm sorry! It was that bitch Vicky who seduced me, but… I always love you! Please, release the cats! Let me in!" I looked at him, my gaze free of hatred, only a trace of pity. "Too late." A thin, vicious line appeared across his arm—the mark of a zombie bite. He had already been infected, just not yet transformed. Sure enough, no more words came from him before his eyes rolled back, turning a lifeless gray-white. I opened the door and patted the cats on their heads. "Go." Leo and Luna swelled in size, each swiping with a paw, smashing zombie skulls to pieces.

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

Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her." He looked at Eugene. "Did she tell any of you that?" Eugene looked diffident. Everything he'd told me that morning were lies—there wasn't any auction, nor did they have to go anywhere with Gary. It was only from their conversation that I learned they'd all been out together to celebrate Phoebe's cat's birthday. It turned out I couldn't even compare to a cat. I rubbed my chest, feeling bitter. It was weird. Why was I still feeling these things when I was dead?

"Thank you for everything." He gave my hand a gentle squeeze and released it. "Stay safe." "You, too." I nodded. "Thanks, again." We said our last goodbyes and then headed down the hallway and into the elevator. On the way down, no one said anything. But when the doors opened, we headed through the casino and the remains of the staked vampire had already been cleaned up and the table replaced. The staff was also in the process of taking out the bodies of the dead wolf-shifters and the remains of the dead vampires... a harsh reminder of this new world.

"Screw this." I looked over at Burney, horrified to see him running at Stan. He threw his weight into the Taken's back, knocking him forward. Stan shrieked from the surprise attack and Mike grunted, landing pinned beneath the Taken Scorcher. I turned from the three man pile and reefed the gun free of Ronnie's stiff fingers. "Burney!" He'd separated himself from the other two and was standing over them, poised to strike with Stan's makeshift stake. "You can't kill him that way," I yelled, throwing him the gun, "It'll send the shade bolting to someone else!"

My hand landed flat on Zade's chest and I felt the muscle locked tight underneath it, his wolf right at the surface, amber bleeding into his eyes. "Are you serious right now?" I snapped, looking between all three of them. "Back the fuck off, Zade. I mean it." "Wren." Zade's jaw was doing its thing. "No!" I stepped back and spread my hands. "Leave him the FUCK alone. Leave me the FUCK alone. Y'all are just a bunch of dumbass trouble. If the only thing you three can do is follow me around harassing the one person at this school who actually treats me like a she- wolf then you can all go straight to hell."

Chapter 58: She Is Dangerous Amelia “All of you are mean, you are making Kate break up with Zack for no reason.” I said to him, swatting his hand away. The corner of his lips tug upwards. “Oh, baby. Zack is dangerous to us, hunters are nerve safe.” I rolled my eyes. “All of you are big scary vampires, I am sure you could manage.” His eyes darkened as he brought his hands up to each braid. “Yes,” he tugged softly.