Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 889 Story The Wretched Spawn
889: Story 889: The Wretched Spawn
889: Story 889: The Wretched Spawn
The night was not quiet.
A distant, guttural roar vibrated through the ruined city, setting off a chain reaction of twisted howls in response.
The infection was evolving, creating something new, something worse.
Evelyn wiped sweat from her brow as she studied Lucas.
His breathing was ragged, his body twitching in his unconscious state.
The Hollowborn had tried to speak through him.
That meant it wasn’t done with them yet. freēnovelkiss.com
Mutation in the Dark
Mia gripped her pistol as she scanned the fog-shrouded streets.
“I don’t like this.
It’s too quiet now.”
Leon adjusted his rifle.
“That’s because we’re being hunted.”
Then, they saw it.
A figure crouched atop a crumbling skyscraper, illuminated by the fractured moonlight.
Its elongated limbs twitched unnaturally, its exposed brain pulsating with veins of black rot.
It was a new breed.
A Devourer Wraith.
The creature snapped its head toward them, sensing their fear.
Its mouth split open in a horrific grin, its tongue coiling like a whip.
Then, it leaped.
The Wraith Attacks
It moved faster than anything they had ever seen.
One moment it was on the rooftop—the next, it was in their midst.
Lucas barely stirred before Reaper yanked him out of the way, rolling just as the Wraith’s massive claws tore through the concrete where they had been standing.
Evelyn fired two rounds directly into its chest.
The Wraith lurched, but the wounds sealed instantly.
It was regenerating.
Leon gritted his teeth.
“Headshots only.”
Mia raised her shotgun and fired at point-blank range.
The Wraith screeched as the blast ripped into its skull.
For a moment, the monster staggered.
Then it twitched… and laughed.
The Unkillable Nightmare
The Wraith’s fractured skull reshaped itself, the gaping wound closing as if time were reversing.
Evelyn’s blood ran cold.
“It’s adapting.”
The creature’s eyes locked onto them.
“We are endless.”
It lunged again.
This time, they barely escaped.
Reaper grabbed a flare from his belt and ignited it, shoving it into the Wraith’s mouth.
The creature shrieked, its body convulsing as the flames spread through its insides.
It twisted and collapsed, twitching violently before falling still.
A heavy silence fell over them.
Mia exhaled.
“Tell me that thing’s dead.”
Then Lucas whispered, his voice weak but certain:
“No… it’s calling more.”
And then, the howls returned.
From the rooftops.
From the streets.
From beneath the ground.
The Wretched Spawn had awakened.
