Zombieverse Marvel Novels & Stories

She patted her face to make herself more conscious. It's impossible. The eyes of the zombies are blood red, and their skin will quickly become old, dry, or decayed. The blood vessels under the skin will also turn green - of course, the blood vessels of the fourth generation of mutated zombies that have appeared in recent years are black, but no matter what, zombies cannot mutate to be the same as living people!

Alpha Gabriel expressed his doubt. “I know Alpha Gabriel knows how dangerous this witch is. She killed my younger brother recently using her black magic when he was passing through the southern end of this island. I want to avenge his death. That is why I feel that we have to get united to defeat her.” Alpha Atlas spoke his heart out. “As werewolves, there is hardly anything that we can do. But I have an idea, and I think that might work out.” Alpha Gabriel said:. “What is that, Alpha Gabriel? I am too curious to know about your plans.” Alpha Atlas felt curious.

"Every last werewolf in the land." The orders were carried out swiftly without hesitation. Soldiers marched into the night, their torches shining like hellfire as they descended upon the unsuspecting werewolves. The sounds of battle filled the air—howls of pain, the clash of steel, and the cries of the innocent. It was a massacre, pure and simple, and the kingdom would never be the same. In a small cottage just outside the forest, a young couple sat in stunned silence. Their newborn daughter lay swaddled in a crib, her tiny breaths the only sound in the room. They stared at the tiny circle in her arm. They had given birth to a werewolf.

I hold onto a bookshelf, my head spinning. "It's a lot to take in," Alice says. "I know." I wipe my brow with the back of my hand. Did I really just accept that I'm a non-human? I laugh, but the sound is hollow. How could I be so stupid? Alice touches my shoulder. "It's okay. I know it's a lot, but you'll get used to it." I'm not sure I want to. "There are more than werewolves, though," she adds. "There are witches, and vampires, and succubi—"

At the base entrance, the guard stopped us for the usual inspection. “Your infection test came back negative, right?” I nodded. The guard was just about to let me through when Ethan Cross, the team’s new medic, suddenly spoke up. “Wait, Captain. What about that scratch on your arm from the mutated rat?” The air froze. The guard’s expression changed at once. “Captain Hale, is that true?” I gritted my teeth. “It is. But the wound has already been treated, and I have antibodies.” “I’m carrying a top-level mission. I need to enter the base immediately.” The guard hesitated, his hand already moving toward the gate controls. But Ethan stepped across my path and blocked me. “Captain! Y

He was happy. The dark energy hovered around him, now an obedient companion. With closed eyes, he expanded his awareness beyond himself, connecting with the ambient energy of the forest. The world revealed itself to Jarvis in a unique way. He could discern the individual rustles of leaves, the nocturnal symphony of unseen creatures, and the intricate threads of energy that interwove through the environment. It was an intimate connection with nature and the supernatural. Suddenly, Jarvis's eyes snapped open, and the elation on his face shifted to a grave expression. "Brandon, there's trouble. A horde of zombies, at least fifty, and I sense one with an ability among them."

He stopped pounding and collapsed outside. At that moment, footsteps and roars rose from the distant stairwell and grew denser and louder. Julian's screams, along with the fresh blood from his leg, had drawn every zombie in the building toward him. In the darkness, more than a dozen pairs of faint green eyes locked onto Julian on the floor. Roar! The horde surged into the hallway like a flood breaking through a dam and instantly surrounded him. "Ah!" The zombies pounced on Julian, their sharp teeth tearing open his throat, ripping into his chest, and pulling out his organs. In unbearable regret and pain, Julian watched helplessly as his body was torn apart piece by piece.

Their bodies were enveloped in a death aura and gave off a faint glow, and their eyes were glowing a pale red. “It’s the army of the dead!” Seeing this scene, Jabez and his troops were dumbfounded. Within a day, the Priestess had created another batch of zombie troops for them. Compared to the previous batch, this batch was larger in number, and they looked a lot more terrifying. There were at least five thousand zombies in this army. The zombie that stood in front of them this time was Marshal Ubel. “Marshal!” When they saw Marshal Ubel, who had died, slowly approaching them, Jabez and his peers felt like their hearts almost jumped out of their throats.

Surprisingly enough, I was reborn to the timeframe where there were six hours left before the zombie outbreak began. Memories of my past life were replayed in my mind like a movie reel. It was as if I could still smell the rotten and bloodied stench wafting from the zombies. With a trembling hand, I felt my neck. Although it felt smooth and flawless, I could still feel phantom pain flaring from it. The moment my phone's screen lit up, I turned my attention to it immediately. It was currently October 2nd, 2025, also known as the day the zombie virus was leaked.

"You should have told me to bring a mask." "I'm sorry, I thought you're not coming and Dad told me to keep this a secret from anyone until it's over." I was about to speak when suddenly the surroundings became quiet. Out of the darkness, a man came out, smelled like a corpse. He slowly walked towards us, smiling as he tilted his head. It looks like a zombie in the movie people are watching now. Van and I once pulled out the silver knife and prepared for his approach. I was suddenly startled when blood dripped from his lips. Annoying! I couldn't wait for him to get closer. I rushed and stabbed him in the neck and just like thunder and lightning an army of corpses came running towards us.