Amy Harrison Walking Dead Novels & Stories

I move and lift Harrison in my arms and hold him to my chest. I move to the door when I hear more bangs and the howl of wolves. I run down the stairs and back outside. I hand Harrison to Dex. “Move to the treeline and conceal your scent.” I say when I turn back around and re-enter the house. Smirking as I roll my shoulders and chuckle. She is going to die. “MIIIIINNNNNDDDDDDY, come out, come out wherever you are.” Time to play bitch!

“They gave me wolfsbane. It weakened my wolf, but she came back. I used my claws to cut the ropes while he was busy talking.” Relief crashed through me—overwhelming, dizzying. I cupped her face, thumbs wiping away the blood and tears, my own eyes burning. She was here. Alive. In my arms. Harrison gurgled on the floor—weak, rasping breaths, blood pooling around him like a dark halo. I felt no remorse. Not a drop. I looked down at him—cold, detached. “Well, thank you for putting on a show for me. Although… I don’t think I like red.”

Walker stays with Liam, to see if they can find anyone. Once we’re out of the haunted house, Dallas walks a little ways until we’re in the middle of the carnival surrounded by people. He sets me down and looks over my body, until his eyes fix on my arm. I pull my arm up to look and see a giant red mark in the shape of a hand forming on my arm. I look up at Dallas, who looks like he’s going to punch somebody. “What did you see, Amy?” I look straight at him, “I saw... My father.” I whisper to him and next thing I know the intercom is booming, telling everybody the carnival is over, and it was time to go home. Dallas grabs my hand, Cole walks behind me with his hand on my shoulder and Mia grabs

He walked closer to her, holding her by the shoulders. Alyssa didn’t look up, sweat pooled on her forehead, and her vision blurred. “If she’s dead, how are we going to find out who’s behind it?” Her voice trembled. Seeing her like this, broke Harrison’s heart, and he pulled her in. “Relax, Alyssa. We would get to the bottom of it. No one would harm you again. Everybody would be screened and I’d find a way to work things out.” Harrison said, resting his head on hers.

Genevieve screamed at Hazel, and they both began freaking out because they knew that their lives would be over if he was indeed dead. Hazel wanted to be sure, she used a stick to whip the body of the motionless man. “HAZEL! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” Genevieve shouted, the man’s only crime was stopping her from falling but how did he find himself in this garden was the question considering he was an outsider. Both ladies had no clue as to what they were doing. Another maid soon walked into the garden, she was looking for someone and called out a name. “Liam… Wake up!” The lady pulled Liam from his slumber, one thing was clear and that was her role as his caretaker.

It missed my heart, but I knew already this was a fatal wound. Damien had Xavier by the throat before I even hit the ground, but I was too disoriented to realize what was happening. I felt Damien scoop me into his arms as the blood poured out of my chest. I could feel blood pooling in my mouth. I tried to spit it out but I ended up almost choking on it instead. Damien looked absolutely distraught, and I could feel his complete horror as he held me in his arms and tried to console me. I couldn't hear anything he was saying, nor could I hear his thoughts. My enhancement was fading as were my senses. Things started to get quieter and quieter. “I’m not sorry.” I managed to choke out, before ever

Harrison’s POV I was in a meeting with the materials division when my phone rang. Home number. I grabbed it and stood without excusing myself, already moving toward the door while the phone rang in my hand. “Harrison—” Lyndsey’s voice came out high and panicked and wrong. “Lucas collapsed in the bathroom, he’s—he’s vomiting and he can’t hear me and—” “Call an ambulance,” I said, already running down the hallway toward the elevator.

Harrison says and sits on the grass, watching his victim struggle to roll across the field. Harrison lets him get maybe 20 feet away and then follows him. “To slow. And too late, it looks like you will die after all,” he says as he straddles Robert’s back and wraps his arm around his throat, he places his hand across Robert’s temple, and snaps his neck with one swift pull as though it were no more than a tiny twig. “Burn the body. He doesn’t deserve a funeral,” Harrison tells the council members as he walks by them.

He dismissed Melanie with a wave of his hand, unable to look at her any longer. Alone in his study, Harrison meticulously prepared for his call with Amber. He drafted potential conversations, practiced emotional appeals to their wolf pack bond, and rehearsed various approaches to gain her sympathy. At 10 p.m., he finally dialed her number, his heart pounding with anticipation. To his surprise, a deep, masculine voice answered. "Harrison," Dominic Blackwood's calm tone came through the speaker. "Amber is asleep." Harrison's words caught in his throat. "I... I need to speak with her about an urgent matter."

Hazel smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Harrison. I am Hazel from HAB. I would like to talk to you, is that okay?" She and Martha had waited for Harrison for an entire afternoon, but eventually, when Martha went out to buy water, she saw Harrison leaving through the back door. So they followed him in desperation, as time waits for no one. Harrison squinted his eyes, feeling a bit annoyed. He had been hiding all day, and finally came out, only to be chased down by Hazel. Harrison turned to look at Hazel, and his gaze, which was blatantly sizing her up, became increasingly deep.