Zombies X Reader Novels & Stories

"Don’t worry. We have many other bedrooms." "Then-" and once again he cut me off. "Because I don't trust that everyone in this house has fed. I won't risk it..." He said. And with that he turned and left. Leaving me in his room...alone. I had to admit that his room was very simple. The duvets were black and white. The carpet was dark blue and the curtains dark red. He had a large desk in the corner which was stacked with the most unexpected things. Reading books! Actual leisure READING books. They ranged from horror to sci-fi. Most of them were written by a famous hunter author named Vladimir Rodriguez. Those books were mainly the "fiction" ones. They were fiction to humans, but all too real

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

I could swear that I saw something akin to a smile flash across Xavier’s face but before I could acknowledge it, it disappeared. “That’s because that’s how we smell baby,” Zade answered softly. For anyone who didn’t know him so well, they would’ve thought that he had been nonchalant about the whole situation, but I knew him. I saw the hurt that he couldn’t mask in his eyes and noticed the way he tightened his hands into fists by his sides. “To werewolves, vampires smell like rotten flesh.” “Oh.”

"We give him what he wants. All three hybrids. In the same place. At the same time." "That's suicide." "No. That's bait." Her gold eyes burn. "We let him try to drain us. And when he does, we drain him back." --- **[End of Chapter 119]**

Jasper stated with a hint of angst. “She’s evil inside,” Ben softly said. “You know that, don’t you?” He did, but Jasper had no intention of admitting it aloud. He’d learned long ago to keep his cards close to his chest unless it was absolutely necessary to share them. He’d already divulged far more about himself to both the witches and the wolves than he was comfortable with. Running his fingers through his hair, he sighed, “I haven’t a clue where to find a zombie.” “I do,” Ben said with a satisfied smile. “How much do you know about zombies?”

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought. I remembered everything, from the growl of that notorious creature, the slashing of the swords, and the explosion, all of it was clear. I close my eyes, quivering into the ideas which my mind could only bear. How I wish everything were just a nightmare. I let out a deep breath and found myself in the middle of nowhere.

"Blood would flow! Evil would dominate! No way out!" "You thought those puzzles were for the fun of it? No! They are creating an army of zombies! He controls them from wherever he is. Those walking dead do not have a mind of their own," She was still in shock as he observed her. "That is why I said that you should forget about your sister! Wherever she is now, she is a walking dead that does not have a mind of her own!" He finalized. "What do you mean about the X-blood?' " For experiment! They try to find the root! From the root, they make more zombies. The X-blood is the key!"

Zombie marched forward, pointedly ignoring the other Mandrill Monkeys with eyes trained on the old lady. Shoving her hand to her. “Hi. The name is Zombie. The head of the recruiter. My eyes can discern useful people with just a glance. I can see your unbloom talent.” Linda hesitantly took the hand. Zombie’s attitude was quite repulsive to her eyes, yet she said nothing and only smiled business-like. They shook hands as Linda swallowed her saliva. The aura carried by this Zombie lady was so extreme. As extreme as the other seven.