Zombies Giant Novels & Stories

Munch… Crunch… Suddenly, a chewing sound came from around the corner. Julian was stunned and poked half his head out to look. By the elevator, a zombie in a torn Armani suit was crouched on the floor, gnawing on a corpse that had long since become unrecognizable. As if it had smelled fear coming off a living person, the suited zombie suddenly went still. It slowly turned its head. Its cloudy, pale eyes locked onto Julian. A long, dark red piece of intestine was still hanging from the corner of its torn mouth.

As I opened my eyes, I directed a force towards the fire torches and the fire from every fire torch, left and united as one huge ball of fire. Everyone moved away as it burned hot. Anyone who moved closer to it could burn in a second. Then I turned towards the zombie giant, and directed it towards the giant, certain that it would burn them down and they would disappear. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out. The giant roared, and stood strong as he dusted off the ball of fire on its chest. Then it rolled down to his large palm. “Now, it’s time you take back what you threw at me.” He voiced out, with his voice sounding thunderous and mighty.

The goblin toddler looked at his eyes and told in a stern voice, "You don't belong here. Go away." The moment the goblin kid spoke, Azalias felt an enormous force struck his body. He flew away through the red door and crashed into the corridor wall. This time the corridor was dry. But soon, blood flew out of bloody red doors and filled it. Along with the blood pool, the ghost lady also reappeared again, looking more aggressive and frenzied. On top of that, the goblin toddler also joined with the ghost lady.

Those three are terrifying! Sir Darenn looks puzzled when I look at him. What about Sir Darenn? Is he similar to them? Is he also a monster? Is the child in front of me a monster as well? I gulped, and my entire body trembled in fear; they're vampires, not humans. They're bloodthirsty monsters who are terrified of the sun. That's why the mansion is so dark, and they only leave at sunset. Once again, I see the child slowly approaching me; he's debating whether or not to approach me, and he's about to cry, but he suddenly runs up to me, and I was surprised when he hugged me tightly.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

“We don’t get paid to ask questions. We do the job, or Dennis makes our families pay the price.” Greg clenched his jaw but said nothing more. The reminder of their loved ones, held hostage by Governor Dennis, was enough to keep them moving forward. --- The Zotes turned a corner, their path leading them into what was once a central courtyard. Suddenly, a low growl rumbled from the shadows, stopping them in their tracks. “Eyes up,” Viper ordered, his knife already in hand. A single zombie emerged, its body mangled and decayed. Its milky eyes locked onto the group, and it let out a guttural moan.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

“But they’re lying in steel coffins!” “Yeah, that’s the problem,” Reive shrugged his shoulders. “You hit the nail on the head, Sir Glein. That’s why they aren’t standing at the castle gates yet. I need more power. I’ll get it, make no doubt about it. Very soon. And the worse for you because I’ll have to raise not just zombies but something stronger. Something that will be able to get through the steel frame. I think these will be ghouls or strzygas. Maybe even a couple of hundred draugrs.” The commander turned pale, falling back onto his chair and fixing his eyes on this terrible necromancer, “Five and a half thousand dead people?” he repeated nervously. “What about the defensive barriers?”

He let out a loud cry as he whipped the cleaver through the air and brought it down against the head of the giant zombie. Sammy, Dom, and Moose were filled with terror then, watching as Wilbur fought on. They knew that Wilbur was powerful, but it was understandable that they were doubtful of him winning against a beast like that. It was important to note that once Wilbur lost, Sammy and the rest would become the next batch of zombies. They did not even dare to imagine just how much they were going to suffer then. Just as Wilbur attacked, the giant zombie let out a low groan and threw a punch.

It seemed even the military personnel had realized that the zombies were simply impossible to wipe out. The neighborhood was quiet, but abnormally so. We occasionally heard some zombie roars, and there was no one alive in sight. Joyce looked out the window curiously at the zombies roaming around outside. "Mommy, why won't they stop walking?" She still couldn't understand life and death. I said cajolingly, "Because they're very ill and can't go home. If you see people like them outside, remember to hide, okay? Or you won't be able to come home, too. Do you understand me?"