Zombies Dc Novels & Stories

The zombie's claws ripped through the soldier's throat, causing blood to spray everywhere. Dustin screamed and ran for the third floor. Emilia tried to go after him, but she was blocked by another zombie. As she dodged desperately, her arm was slashed by the zombie. Now. I squeezed the trigger. My bullet went through the zombie's skull with precision. Black blood spurted from it, and the zombie collapsed with a thud. Emilia froze, looking in the direction my bullet came from. I fired again, taking out the threat to her left.

Serena cried out, “They’re breaking through!” The Sorority Wing – Connected Building They had no choice but to push forward. The dorms were connected by a skybridge. As they crossed, Damien froze. A group of infected sorority girls — including one he had fed from consensually just two nights ago — charged them. Their once-beautiful faces were twisted, designer clothes ripped and bloody. Damien moved like a ghost. He snapped necks with cold efficiency, but each kill carved another piece out of him. “They were innocent,” he whispered after the last one fell. “This virus doesn’t care about bloodlines or covens or packs. It takes everything.”

"Why is it so loud this early..." His voice was cut off. On the screen back in the bunker, Julian's pupils widened. He froze as if someone had cast a curse on him. The once-bustling downtown streets had become a hellscape. Burning vehicle wrecks were everywhere. Torn flesh and innards littered the ground, and hundreds, maybe thousands, of bloodstained zombies staggered through the streets. One zombie lay sprawled on the hood of a sedan, greedily gnawing on a human leg.

If anyone was after her, that is. She did her best to keep from stepping on the sprawled limbs of the lifeless zombie bodies that were clustered at the base of the tree. As she pulled out the arrows that were still good enough to use again, she couldn’t resist comparing the look in their eyes to what she’d seen while they were animated. They all matched now. They were all staring, blankly, into nothingness.

Now, he carried on strolling along the corridor, noticing every detail around him: the ancient torch holders, the patterns in the cracks on the stonework and the soft tissue of the skirt trailing along the floor far ahead of him. Zomzom didn’t experience any fear or curiosity. In fact, he couldn’t care less who was hiding around the corner. With his every step, the Dark was clouding more thickly, turning the air into sticky jelly. Into a stinking brew of bones and blood... The dead had their own view of what happened around them. The zombie perceived something a live person might think was just a heightened level of background magic. Now, for example, a witch was performing an evil ritual so

All they knew was that their lovely daughter had eloped with the stranger. That was something that troubled them a lot because as custodians of the vampires, they were under obligation to make the princess dance to the royal drums. For only then was she supposed to shed her blood and mate with her prince charming of noble birth. However Dario had other plans behind the royal back. He neither took Zuba to the royal square nor to the king at the royal residence. He shrewdly took her to the village of his descent where most of the nobles that worked with him stayed. He acted on the advice of they that were with him.

Dead and soon will enter into transition. The earth was in ruins, many vampires had fallen prey to death. Liam watched as Darius beheaded Silas and his blood splashed on his face and shirt. Elijah and Aiden mutilated more vampires. Their clothes were covered with dark red blood splatters. He clenched his fist as he joined them in battle, killing as many as he could.

Once the fight was over, he would come back and finish them off later. *_*_*_*_* The burn of the wooden bullet buried deep within his chest brought Mason back into consciousness and panic built up within him. His body was frozen and despite his will, he couldn't move a muscle. He could hear the slow and near silent beating of Harley's heart as she laid near him, but he couldn't move to help her. Zander had used a special kind of wooden bullet, and unless he regained the ability to move, he would be powerless to fight in the war. It was the strangest feeling; being paralysed. As a vampire, the freedom to do things that would otherwise be physically impossible was euphoric, and to be restricte

The sky was dark save for the moon that hung low in the sky it casts a strange glow over the kingdom. Inside the palace, the tension was real. It was the kind of tension that shook even the strongest of men. It was the usual Fortnight ceremony where the wizard takes a look into the future of the kingdom. The king and his subjects watched as he performed his rituals, making strange sounds and incantations. The wizard's screams echoed through the huge hall, a sound that would haunt the memories of those who heard it for years to come. "Doom! Doom is coming!" he cried, his voice trembling with fear. "A werewolf will bring ruin to us all!"

Weakened by days of starvation, I take every ounce of energy that I have left within me, and I feed the flames until the ball begins to grow within me, lighting me up with power. With one last garbled scream, the energy pours out of me, sending out hells flames in all directions. Consuming and destroying all that lies in its wake. I watch in satisfaction as Darren’s startled body is engulfed by fire, his mouth agape in a silent scream and eyes wide in shock. Before any sound leave his body, the flames have taken over and he is rendered into dust before my eyes. The flames die down, and I look about the scene before me. The blackened earth lay bare. All the hunters which were only moments ago