Zombies Scouts Novels & Stories

Darius drew blood from them and tested it, and voila, it doesn’t contain the virus, it worked! We hugged each other out of joy. Minutes later, Darius got on his system and started pressing his keyboards very fast you wouldn’t see his hands move. “I set a tracker to be up all night, it’s going to scan for any zombie that displays excessive ‘zombie power’ and track it. We should have found our Alpha,” He said as he kept on pressing. “How are you doing all these?” Hannah asked out of curiosity, she’s marveled with everything Darius had done.

Unlike the Knights and Soldiers, the scouts wore boring black cloth so they could blend in with their surroundings and not get caught. “Your Majesty we found them. But you will not like what I have to say.” I waved the Scout to go on, not really interested in what he thinks I will and won’t like. With a simple nod he continued. “They don’t act like bandits. For one their mercenary skills have far exceeded our expectations. I wouldn’t peg them as assassins, but they aren’t ordinary thugs and hoodlums. They have set up a base for recruitment, and what ever they recruit is either sent out to fight, or out to another unknown location. We suspect it could possibly be another base.” The General an

Anders said with a shrug as he motioned to the papers. “We’ve only seen those 3 wolves, the other man is a Vampire. I’m not sure what a vampire is doing working with the old Ravenfield Scouts, but our best guess is that’s who they fled to all those years ago. From our surveillance, they are back but so far we haven’t been able to pinpoint a location and when myself and the scouts track them, they just disappear. No trail and no scent to track. Just gone.” Greg said with a shrug. I glanced at him and filed the information away for later. It would be beneficial to know that Greg was the leader of Anders’s scouts. Scouts I wasn’t aware he had. Fuck. “Why were you looking for the scouts from Rav

There was a metallic click sound on rocks. The eyes of Tyra opened. “They discovered us.” I could see movement of trees through the broken windows. Black figures falling down, coming down to the ground with no sound. Council Scouts. Their metal limbs shone in the dark, and their faces were covered by black visors. The latter one knelt and examined the ground with a sort of instrument. It stopped and cocked its head. Then it said into a communicator, “Target found, everything is united, communicate in thirty seconds."

The first zombie broke through the defenses, its rotting fingers grabbing the edge of the deck as it climbed up! "Ah!" Screams erupted instantly. The zombie was bloated. Its eyes hung on its cheeks as it lunged straight at me. "Clarissa!" Hans yelled, immediately raising his gun and aiming at the zombie in front of me. The next second, he was immediately drawn to Winnie's scream. "Hans! I'm scared!" He hesitated for a second before immediately turning his gun toward the zombies near Winnie. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach.

All four of them were given an opportunity each in a short time. The Holy Path was pretty fair. That was Fallon's comment on the path. However, Carla and the others did not agree with him. It was clear that Fallon's Dhuta Beast was more powerful than what the others got. Tack's zombie army became the best tool for scouting. Carla bestowed Blackness on them, which helped increase their odds in a fight. After all, zombies did not require sight when hunting. They were able to track down Chase as expected. Chase seemed to have picked up a technique similar to Nefarious Deity Technique.

"The forbidden river. It's still boiling. The water hasn't stopped. And the moon. Even though it's daytime. You can still see it in the sky. Still red." My blood goes cold. "That's impossible," Margaret says. "The moon can't be visible during the day." "It is," the scout insists. "Everyone can see it. The whole pack is panicking." "Anything else?" Dante asks. His voice is deadly quiet. The scout hesitates. Then whispers, "The graveyard. Something's happening in the graveyard." "What do you mean?" I ask before I can stop myself. The scout looks at me. His face is white with fear. "The dead are moving, we can hear scratching from inside the graves. Like something's trying to get out."

Understanding that Lior was being punished for what happened on the battlefield made each pulse of transferred pain feel like personal responsibility. The bond's calling has intensified since then, pulling with a desperation that makes it difficult to think about anything else. The scout leader, a weathered Direwolf named Brem, signals the group to pause at the edge of ancient ruins. Crumbling stone structures rise from the forest floor like broken teeth, covered in moss and vines that have had decades or centuries to reclaim the abandoned architecture. "Vampire scouts were spotted near these ruins two nights ago," Brem whispers to the group. "We're here to determine if they've established p

She didn't say anything else after that. Joyce curled up in my arms as Mom and I grabbed our guns and headed to the second floor to shoot the unwelcome visitors down. Meanwhile, Emmett guarded the door on the first floor. The gate fell open with a loud crash, and chaotic footsteps stormed into the yard. It didn't take long for someone to step on the nails scattered all over the place. They howled in pain. The noise attracted the roaming zombies, who flooded in and surrounded the group. Several seconds later, all that was left was the sound of the zombies groaning and blood on the ground.

But before I can answer, a branch cracks, and we’re not alone. Three vampire scouts rush through the trees, eyes flashing crimson, claws keen. “Hybrids die young!” one snarls, diving at me. Jude’s faster, shadows erupting, knocking one into a tree. I bring up my light, sloppy but strong, blasting another back. The third claws my arm, pain searing, but Jude’s there, severing its neck. “Touch him again, you’re dead,” he roars, and the scout retreats, moaning.