Zombies Scooby Doo Novels & Stories

Rosh warns the twins. "Yes, uncle." The twins replied. After lunch, we went to the amusement park. When we enter the entrance of the amusement park, Rosh holds my hands while we are walking. Resha holds Maya's hand and Rustan holds Matt's hand. The twins ride on the carousel. Resha and Rustan ride the roller coaster. The famous attraction of the amusement park was the haunted house. "Uncle, we want to go to the haunted house." Matt asked Rosh. "I want it too." Maya agrees with Matt.

"What are you...?" Omar allowed his eyes roam them, accessing their dressing, Mariam and Saadiya had both changed their outfits and were now putting on matching white dresses and white hijab. "We are heading to Parvina's home for the funeral." Saadiya said and Omar nodded, that explained the dressing. "Are you coming with us?" Mariam asked. "Yes." He nodded. "I have to, let us go." - - - - -

In the movies I have watched, parties always look fun. Suddenly I can feel that we are being watched or rather I am being watched. And there they are, the Rosemont sisters standing before us. They each have their trays with them and unlike Ella, Phoebe and I they aren't wearing boots but rather matching red bottom heels. Everything about them is matching really. Well except for the color of their hair but the length of it is the same which is very long by the way. It's almost creepy how everyone about them is the same but I guess that's why everyone calls them the Rosemont weirdos.

Screams tore through the B2 level. Martha and I bolted for the stairs. Marcus stumbled behind. The smell of blood hit us like a wall. In the makeshift chapel, Sister Catherine was on her knees before the cross. A bloody hole gaped in her neck. A zombie was hunched over her, greedily tearing at her flesh. It had crawled in through an air vent. “Oh God…” Marcus retched. I grabbed a nearby iron chalice and slammed it into the zombie’s head.

"Promise me you will buy the shark ones when he's one year old then. Hmm?" "Fine. But I will throw the zombie onesie away." "Bright! The zombie onesie is my favourite! It has cute zombies!" I complained, whining. "For number one, Zombies are not cute! Bubble will be scared if he sees the zombies! And you don't want him to be scared, do you?" "Bubble will not be a crybaby! He won't be afraid of those tiny zombies-" "Hey." a familiar voice greeted us from the direction where we came in from. Doctor Zunshine closed the door behind her and walked in meekly.

What he still didn’t know was that alongside the foie gras, I had secretly attached a piece of raw, blood-covered meat. The zombies’ sense of smell was incredibly sharp. After devouring everyone else, they immediately caught the scent of fresh blood and converged toward the car where Scarface was hiding. Honestly, I’d been wondering how long it would take to kill such a massive horde one by one. Thanks to Scarface, things suddenly became much easier. Nearly every zombie in the area had already been drawn here by the alarm, so I no longer had to worry about the noise attracting more of them. I casually tossed the grenade up and down in my hand like a ball before hurling it toward the car wher

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.

The day before doomsday. The two of us were hanging out at my house. My parents were at work. We were on the porch sipping slushes from the gas station. It was our thing. Every day we would walk to the gas station located right outside our neighborhood. We’d grab our slushies, corn dogs, and candy, then walk back. The food was long gone, and all that was left was our slushies. “We need to get out of the suburbs tonight and get to the country. The Zombies will attack the cities at midnight. Then move on to the suburbs, but by then, people will be in a panic, and we won’t be able to get out safely.” Ryan stated.

A shape lurches into view, close enough for any student to see their opponent clearly. It drags a skeletal axe while raising its bulging arms and mangled hands. The creature advances, intent on killing anyone who is too sluggish to escape its clutches. "Zombies!" shouted a female student, holding her quivering hands together. "These creatures are zombies. They are attracted to blood and cannot see or smell. They were created by magical devastation inside the dungeon." Rose elaborated. "Graaahhh!" The zombie screamed, and its scream echoed over the desert. As creatures rose from the depths of the desert, the earth shook and sand began to burst.

The enormous elevator shaft was crammed with zombies, their bodies writhing together like a frenzied mass of feeding fish as they surged after Hayley's group. One hundred yards left. Fifty… Thirty. Ten! Just as they neared the top, a small, wiry zombie suddenly let out a shrill screech and launched upward with terrifying speed, its claws slashing toward Scott's leg. Scott immediately released a burst of mental energy that slowed the zombie for an instant before he kicked it away. But that single delay cost him precious time. More zombies rushed toward him from below. "Mmmgh..." Deep underwater, the zombies could no longer howl. There was only the suffocating pressure of countless bodies clos