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Rexan Meadows isn’t your average high school senior. With a sharp tongue, an obsession with zombie theories, and a knack for surviving the social minefield of Royal High, she’s always lived with one foot in her own weird world. But when her fascination with the undead takes a horrifyingly real turn, Rexan finds herself kidnapped, experimented on, and transformed into something... more.

Now a superior being at the heart of a zombie apocalypse, Rexan leads an army of the undead in a battle for survival. But when she’s captured, again, by the relentless Commander Ken Fury, the stakes are raised. Ken, a hardened soldier, is determined to destroy her and every zombie she’s created. Rexan, however, is equally determined to end humanity’s reign.

But as the lines blur between enemies and allies, passion ignites where hatred once burned. In a world ravaged by chaos and betrayal, can a soldier fall for the monster he’s sworn to kill? And can Rexan trust a human with her heart while plotting the downfall of their species?

Survival, love, and war collide in The Passion of the Undead, where nothing is as simple as black and white and the living and the dead must face the ultimate truth: they might need each other to survive.

THE PASSION OF THE UNDEAD

Blood filled the air, the stench thick and suffocating. It was her favorite scent, mingling perfectly with the screams of suffering humans.

She walked into the hotel, her heels clicking against the blood-slick marble floors. The luxury surroundings were in disarray.

Dead bodies littered the carpets, the opulence now a macabre scene of slaughter.

Without hesitation, she jumped, landing on the first-floor railing. Her movements were fluid, inhuman.

She jumped again, her boots hitting the second-floor railing with a soft thud.

The sound grew louder, the steady pour of a shower and moans that echoed through the hall.

She kicked the bedroom door open, stepping into a scene of decadence turned grotesque.

The luxurious bedroom's silken sheets were stained with the blood of its former occupants.

In the glass-enclosed shower stood a man, his hand wrapped around himself, his head tilted back in pleasure.

His eyes were shut, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

She stepped into the bathroom, the sound of her approach masked by the water.

He opened his eyes and nearly screamed when he saw her, covered in blood. Before he could react, she clamped a hand over his mouth.

"Shhhh... let me help you," she purred, her tone both mocking and alluring.

Her hand wrapped around him, and he panted, his arousal mingling with fear. "Do you think I'm hot?" she whispered.

He nodded frantically, his breath coming in short gasps. "Good boy," she laughed softly, leaning in to kiss his neck. His moans grew louder as the warm water cascaded over them.

Without warning, her teeth sank into his neck, tearing through muscle and sinew. His pleasure turned to agony as she feasted, the taste of his blood and flesh fueling her hunger.

He choked out a final gurgle, his head lolling to one side as she tore it free from his shoulders.

She licked her lips, savoring the metallic taste, and glanced at her reflection in the mirror.

Her golden hair was streaked with blood, her eyes glowing with unholy light.

Swallowing a strand of brain matter, she smirked.

"Mmm... yummy," she murmured, stepping out of the bathroom to find her next victim.

REXAN: CHAPTER 25