Amy Harrison Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Comfort won't matter to you if you're dead. We walk on silently, her hand clasped in mine, fingers interlocked. Finally, we cross the boundary of their territory, Hazel bumps in my back before stumbling away and attempting to straighten herself, her expression one of supreme sleepiness. "Are you dead yet?" she yawns again. "Because I feel dead." "Yes, it's time to lay in the grave." "By all means, lets not waste any more time." I'd managed to gather some food, two guns, a box of ammunition, some medicine supplies and a blanket.

the doctor said. "Thank you, doc" as the doc smiles and left. --- "Sweetie, do you want a rib-eye steak or a pork barbecue?" my mom shouted from the kitchen. "I'll have the pork barbecue, mom. Thank you!" I shouted out. 'Hilary is missing' 'Hilary is missing' 'Hilary is missing' The line keeps repeating on inside my head. I feel anxious, worried, and confuse. "Where is she?" a whispered sentence escape my mouth.

One day he decided to walk into the woods and no one has ever seen him since. My name is Lucas Harrison. I am considered the best tracker and hunter in the town. Not only animals but also Paranormal beings. All-day and all night, people in our town searched, lighting the way with flashlights and lanterns. Searching with dogs and carrying shotguns. It all seemed like a horror movie waiting to happen.

Clarie's POV. "Madelyn! Pick the trash can and pick the whole dirt around with immediate effect!" We both turned to the direction of where the voice came from. I was surprised to see Harrison, the guy who helped me with my bruised wound, in the kitchen. I have seen him a few times with Alpha Nathan, I learnt he was the Gamma of the pack. I looked over to Madelyn, I could see the fear in her eyes, she had turned into a quiet person all of a sudden.

Dustin rasped. Nadine listened as he cursed her rapidly. After Dustin had finished, his eyes closed and his breaths came in gasps. Nadine threw her clothes back on and walked up to Dustin, “This is the only way I can help you.” She said as she pulled the trigger, shooting him in the heart twice. Three bullets, one dead lycanthrope. * * * Nick Law sighed as he approached a cave deep in the woods. There, three middle-aged men and one man who was about Nick's age were waiting for him.

I stopped, then let out a short, cold laugh. "It didn't die peacefully. It barely made it a year. And it died choking. I still wonder what Zoey was trying to get. All that smoke in my house, those weird rituals. Suffocating a helpless little thing." I looked straight at him. "What exactly was she praying for?" His lips shook. He tried to talk, but nothing came out. "But you were thorough," I said calmly. "You let Zoey live in the house for six months. Scrubbed everything clean. Even replaced the wallpaper." I paused. "You just forgot one thing—the hamster. And you forgot who I am. I'm a doctor."

“A human?” “Not just a human.” I stepped forward, keeping the knife between us. “A hunter.” His lips curled into a sneer as he took a step toward me, his movements slow and deliberate. “You must be Riley’s pet.” His eyes raked over me, his grin widening. “I can smell him all over you. Leave it to Riley to fuck up this bad. A human? And not just any human—a hunter?” He barked a laugh. “Call it off.” My voice was steady, though every muscle in my body was coiled tight. “Whatever you’re planning to do to him, end it. I heard you, Liam. You killed Marcus, not Riley.”

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.

Harrison was supposed to be one of the leaders along with Kronos and Dianne yet he chose to be an assistant, or well, her protector after her parents died that took him in as their own. "She's not dead. We're still trying to find her," he explained calmly despite the pain on his face. "The odds are slim and you know it." He's right. The possibilities are endless of what could've happened to her but the most probable is hypothermia. Mr. Clive sighed before sitting down on his chair and thinking deeply. "You know Mr. Damos has his own agendas why he let his second son be the leader."

“You’re alive, aren’t you?” Before I could respond a branch snapped behind us. My entire body froze. Slowly, we both turned toward the sound. A figure stepped out of the shadows. My breath caught. “Harrison?” He stood there among the trees. Barely upright. His clothes were soaked in blood. The bandage on his shoulder had been torn open, staining his shirt dark red. But his eyes burned with fury. “How…” I whispered. “How did you get out?” He didn’t answer.He didn’t even look at me. His gaze was locked on Hector.