Benjamin Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Desire coursed through Cindy and she took a step closer. Ben slowly became limp in Nadja's arms and Cindy took a step back. Her hand went over her chest and hoped she wasn't about to watch Ben die. Ben's head fell back limp as his eyes rolled back and the vampire finally let go, allowing Ben's body to fall to the ground.

This strategy is keeping them off the road. “It's getting too dark and cold,” Lily complained. “And my phone's battery is almost drained. We can't use the flashlight anymore.” “Let's find a clearing to camp,” Amari suggested. “Then we can resume walking under the sunlight. In that case, we can avoid vampires. I'm sure not all of them are immune to the sun rays.” “I'll do the search,” Sebastian volunteered. With his super speed, he can scout the area faster than any of them.

Walker-That shit is not gonna walk. Luke- yeah. It can crawl. I got stuck at some point, thinking what he meant by it'll crawl when I saw the typo. I had typed walk instead of work. Walker- you bitch! Luke- you'll do worse. Walker - you need to see this. I texted, taking an unlawful picture of Steyn sleeping and sending it to him. Luke- she's dang pretty. Walker- Thought so too. I texted back, pocketing my phone. "You've caught the Darius disease." I whispered in Steyn's ear, rousing her from sleep.

Blood splashed on the walls and all over Jeremiah's shirt as George's head fell from his neck. _________ "So you live here now?" Emily asked Isabella as she sipped the wine Isabella offered them. They were at Samson's balcony,. Isabella had invited them over when they kept asking why she hadn't shown up at work and she was tired of putting them off. The truth was that she liked living with Samson. He was caring and sensitive. Passionate and loving. He was everything she wanted in a man. But the problem was that he wasn't a man. He was a vampire, and she was actually getting used to the idea of him being one.

He is twenty-two, terrified, and so grateful Maya keeps wanting to put a bucket over his head for both their safety. Then came Nora and Ben. Nora is thirty-ish, former primary school teacher, practical once the crying stops. Which takes less time than Maya expected and more time than Nora wants. Ben is twelve, silent, watchful, carrying a backpack with three comic books, one inhaler, and a plastic dinosaur he has not mentioned but checks every hour. They arrived at dawn after triggering the rear cans, Nora holding a kitchen knife incorrectly and Ben holding her sleeve like it was the only remaining law of physics.

This was the first time Benjamin had approached him like this. As Hunter observed his nephew more closely, he couldn’t help but notice the dark circles under his eyes and the weariness etched into his features. The last time he had seen Benjamin was two weeks ago at Daniella and Zane’s wedding. But now, Benjamin’s face looked gaunt, and an unkempt beard and mustache had started to grow. His haggard appearance was alarming—completely unlike the composed and self-assured Benjamin Hunter knew. It was clear that something was deeply troubling him. Hunter couldn’t imagine it was a financial issue; after all, Benjamin could easily turn to his parents or their grandfather, Sebastian, if that were t

Hunter could, though, and he even asked me if I were a tomb raider…" Benjamin trailed off, shaking his head. "I was forced to tell him about the Sanders family and our connection to the Nightwalkers, and I very sternly told him that we were never to follow our ancestors' path. He's a good, sensible kid. He has never disobeyed me on that front. "But now he has suddenly disappeared. He has never gone this long without contacting me. I'm just worried that someone found out who he really is and kidnapped him." Grayson fell silent. Benjamin's suspicions weren't entirely unfounded.

I pulled Benjamin up. "Can you walk?" I asked the witch, knowing full well he couldn't. "I'm only wounded and not an invalid" The witch protested, attempting to drag a feet but the killer pain in the cribs if his stomach attempted to end his life. Benjamin knew damn too well he couldn't support himself to a mere walk, he had also weighed the chances of his survival out of this hellhole. It was next to impossible, he just couldn't admit it that he was losing all the strength he had...he was dying.

” Liam nodded and gave her a lasting kiss. Benjamin stepped down from the car as his eyes glanced at the ancestral home; he stood still for a while before walking towards the house. The workers greeted him as he walked past them, everyone becoming silent; he normally gave off a strange cold aura. An aura depicting a strange wickedness, one that was hard to determine; and coupled with how quiet his demeanor was, it was hard to determine what was going on in his mind. He was a strange human being. “Benjamin? What a surprising visit.” Dorothy, who just came back from her walk creased her brows when she saw her second son. It was early in the morning and Benjamin, who wasn't a frequent visitor w

Rebellion tasted delicious. Benjamin emerged late afternoon, looking drained. The sharp suit couldn’t hide the shadows under his eyes. He didn’t head for the exit. He walked straight to my pod. "Ready?" "For what? More thrilling paperwork?" "Home." He said it like it was something personal, like the only safe place left. The drive back to the penthouse was silent. Tense. Benjamin stared out the window, lost in a maze of corporate intrigue and murder plots. I stared at the back of the driver’s head, wondering if he had access to the brakes.