Aiden Walking Dead Novels & Stories

I was shoved roughly to the side, my palms scraping against the dirt. Caden moved in with clinical precision. He didn't waste a second. He took over the compressions, his face a mask of grim determination. He counted under his breath, his movements powerful and steady. He tilted her head back, his lips meeting hers as he forced air into her quiet chest. He looked like a man possessed, fighting a war against a reaper he refused to acknowledge. “Let me try, brother,” Aiden said, his voice tight. Caden shifted just enough to let him in, but as he did, his eyes met mine. He didn't just look at me, he glared, a silent accusation.

He just frowned and scolded me, completely convinced he knew the truth. "You walked away pregnant back then. Life must’ve been brutal, right? Our child… he’s already over four years old, and look at him! Why is he so weak? Wren, you’re just too damn stubborn! You’d rather suffer out there than lower your head and come back to me!" I stared at Aiden, momentarily speechless. Faelan was only three. In fact, because of the excellent care he’d received, he was taller than most kids his age. How in the world did he think Faelan looked like a four-year-old?

A boy walked into the clearing with metal crutches attached to his arms. “Aiden.” We both said. “Delazars are retreating.” Aiden said, “Sam and Nathan are leading the survivors here now.” “Excellent.” Hunter grinned, “Just as we planned.” “And you.” Aiden said to me, “It is incredibly good to see you. I thought you were taken by my father.” Hunters grip tightened around my waist. “We snuck here,” I said lamely. “Well.” Aiden cleared his voice, “I’m going to give you two a moment to talk, in another few minutes or so I imagine you won’t have a moment for a very long time.” Aiden went back into the trees, I looked up at Hunter, his face looked haunted.

My knees go weak, and I cannot look away from him. He turns the knife and pushes the tip just under Cael's jaw. Blood comes up slow and dark and runs down his neck. I scream and throw my whole weight forward. The sap around my right arm cracks a little, and pain shoots up my wrist to my elbow. "Stop!" Maya screams. "That is not Aiden!" The other me looks at her, and his smile softens into something almost kind. "No," he says. "I am the one who stayed."

There was a hint of bitterness in Charles' words, and Aiden just shrugged his shoulders lightly in response because he couldn't really say much when it came to a family either. “Then I’m leaving, good luck.” Aiden patted Charles lightly on the shoulder and quickly walked away from his dingy tent which had been his shelter for the past eight months. Of course, aside from spending time in Hannah's humble hut, the tent was the single most comfortable place to rest his tired body and soul after killing hundreds of guilty lives, but maybe not. Don't know, Aiden never indiscriminately kills his enemy. Guilty or not, he was simply carrying out orders without ever really thinking if that person dese

He’s walking up to the vampire, he’s… he’s offering it his arm, holding his wrist up to its mouth. “Aiden!” I exclaim, my voice gone shrill. “How can you?” “She’s my friend. She deserves a chance,” he says. “Jade is dead!” Why can’t he understand? He’s blinded by his guilt. He couldn’t save her, but he wants to think he still can. The vampire is sinking her fangs into his wrist, sucking hungrily on it, like a ravenous undead baby. “So’s Bellmouth,” Aiden says calmly. “And all the other ghosts. You trust them.”

A cringe morphed his face, followed closely by shame. This was a man who was in charge for most of his life. Someone who didn’t rely on anyone else, from the looks of it. Now he was stuck with being babied by us. A hard knock to his ego. There wasn’t much time to consider what he was feeling or what Adelai was scheming, though. Aiden hurriedly plucked a walkie-talkie from his combat pants and hit the talk button. “We are go for exit. I repeat, we are go for exit. Light them up.” He spoke into the thing, his eyes staring off into space as he did so.

“I am trying to make sure our son grows up in a world where no one has to fear the Nightshades. Or the St. Clairs. Or being born on the wrong side of a name.” Julian’s voice cracked. “Then stop helping the one man trying to burn it all down.” She didn’t respond. And he didn’t push further. He simply looked at her — and then at the door — before walking out into the morning haze, leaving her alone with her reflection in the dark window once again. **** Pov: Aiden. That same night, on the outskirts of Raven’s Peak… Aiden crouched beside a tree, flanked by two of his most lethal scouts — Kera and Malric.

Guess, the time has finally come for him to respond to Damien’s letters for he knew that if the deranged Nightwalkers were attacking them, then they must be attacking the Night Howlers. Making his decision, he jumped and impaled his claws on the neck of a walker, ripping the throat out and the body crashed on the ground. His eyes flashed red and his fangs elongated as he went on a killing rampage. However, the more a nightwalker fell at his feet, the bigger the whole in his heart for killing yet another of his kind. *** Kaiden paced around his room and when the door was pushed open, his black eyes went to it and seeing the white-haired witch, he roared, “where is he?”

“Adela met with Aida. She arrived with a vampire. She…..she drained your sister and passed out. The vamp took her and said that we’d be next. Aida killed her sister.” ~Aida~ I groan, moving around in an attempt to get comfortable. I don’t know what happened or where I am, but I feel different. My eyes shoot open, and everything is bright and shining. I repeatedly blink my eyes, trying to get everything into focus. I can smell so many scents that I’m overwhelmed. I close my eyes again and take a few deep breaths, trying to focus.