Zombies X Reader Novels & Stories

“It is enough to have to battle each other without throwing the human race into the mix.” “You war with each other?” Jasper asked with surprise. Rowan nodded. “Indeed,” he said, “The werewolf and vampire are fierce enemies.” “And zombies?” Jasper asked. “What about them?” “The zombie is a curious anomaly,” Rowan began. “Unlike the vampire or werewolf, it is not a creation from another dimension come here. A zombie is the result of a virus that takes hold of a recently deceased corpse and causes just enough animation to allow it to function in the most primitive of ways.”

Even the human Gunner looked smaller than the one I know. As Gunner fawned over Zee, checking her wounds and covering her exposed body, that warm feeling from before returned, along with the same sweet scent. I looked around but I still couldn’t see the source of it. The room seemed to grow brighter, but either they didn’t notice or couldn’t see it. Gunner and the two other wolves paid no mind to the additional light, or the odd scent.

He had sluggish eyes, and the corner of his mouth was slightly rotting; he looked like a walking corpse. If it wasn’t for his occasionally raising chest, people would treat him as an actual zombie. His body moved, and he flew out of the coffin like a ghost. At the same time, in the No. 1 room… Harvey smiled at Xyla as soon as he felt a strange, creepy aura. “You told me that times have changed. It’s the age of firearms, no? What’s the point of getting an expert to help you, then?” Xyla chuckled coldly.

In my mind, I silently prayed that we would both make it out of there. "Don't even attempt it. We're not your ordinary vampires who easily burn in the sun," we both gasped as Daniel revealed our plan. He smiled at us and laughed. "I'm a pureblood vampire. I have the power to read your actions, just like your brother. Not your thoughts, though, only your movements." I swallowed hard, and Daniel darted forward. "Oh, really? Well, guess what? I'm also a pureblood." She smiled at the man in front of her, but he just laughed.

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

I could see that he didn't care about the battle tomorrow, and truth be told, neither did I. "Tomorrow morning, Cornelius will return to cast a spell on you. The spell will turn you into a living zombie that will only follow mothers' orders." For the first time in his life, I could hear the disgust and loathing in his voice when he said; 'Mother'. Instead of the blind faith and devotion to her. Maybe, just maybe there might be hope for him yet. "She will choose someone to fight, I don't know who, though." "I will not fight. " I croaked. My throat dry and raw.

"The coastal station is compromised. There’s an old subway tunnel five miles from here that leads to the 'Dead Zone'—the ruins of the first city. That’s where Life Zero began." ​We ran. ​The five miles felt like five minutes. With the Scythe active, my physical limits were gone. I was a blur of violet light, and Julian—connected to me through the bond—kept pace, his movements fluid and lethal. We were no longer a doctor and a patient; we were two halves of a single, devastating storm. ​We reached the entrance to the "Dead Zone"—a rusted iron gate swallowed by overgrown vines that pulsed with a strange, sickly blue light. This was where the "Modern World" ended and the "Supernatural World" be

Then again she had just been so relieved and giddy that she had been able to hopefully help impress Lucas into making a deal with Nathaniel. By the time the girls were back in the den, clean of sweat and glitter and all tucked up in their cots under layers of blankets and clothing to fight off the cold, Chloe had all but forgotten about her meeting with the mysterious British werewolf. Sleep came quickly, pulling her into its warm embrace when her dreams were filled with sultry hazel eyes that would glow gold. She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep but she was pulled from her dreams by someone shaking her.

When his body slumps back down and goes still, I am too hesitant to move. Cara is screaming at me inside as she tells me to run. However, its like my body refuses. This is Xander. I would know him anywhere even without the bond. I can still feel him. I have felt him more here now as I looked through his eyes than when I laid across his cold body. She is newer to the presence of out mate and has no idea what she is talking about.

He looked up at me and spat out a chunk of the man, and nodded, ready to go. I walked on, opening doors to make sure they were clear as we passed, knowing Xander and Elias probably had Balista cornered in one of them. I kicked in a door to the left, and no one was there. "Clear!" A few wolves ran past, but Seven stayed on my flank. Gunfire, growling, shouts, and screams echoed off the walls in the warehouse as we made our way through. I kicked open a door to the right. Nothing. "Clear!" Then I came to another door across the hallway and heard voices. I kicked it open, and Xander and Elias were standing there nude, having just shifted, and Balista and Sasha were backed against the wall.