Benjamin Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Later, Benjamin and I stood by the side of the road and ask for a cab back home m. No one seem to be forthcoming, and time I needed to go back home was elapsing.. Benjamin suggests we take a walk to the bus station and then go back home . I agreed and we started talking to the bus station.. Conversation did not stop and I later found out that, Benjamin's parents are hunters and have been hunting Werewolves for centuries... Werewolves and hunters cannot be friends. It is what that is happening for a very long time.. We got to bus station, Benjamin pays the bus driver and we sat down with the other paying customers in the bus...

My screen was flooded—texts, notifications, missed calls. I clicked the first video, and my blood ran cold. Benjamin. Lying in a pool of his own blood. Dead. “Oh my God…” I whispered, my hand flying to cover my mouth. It wasn’t just a video. It was everywhere. The media, social feeds, conspiracy blogs, spinning stories at lightning speed. My heart slammed against my ribs. The captions said it all: "Benjamin Walker found dead in mysterious circumstances." "Alexander Grey rumored to be the prime suspect."

Under the banyan tree, there was no Benjamin—only scattered petals and ruined decorations. Her chest ached so sharply she could barely breathe. Squatting down, clutching herself, she cried bitterly. It was over. She and Benjamin could never be. Not ever again. I’m sorry, Benjamin. Forget me. Goodbye. The next morning, Wendy went to the airport with her mother Rebecca and her brother Simon. On the other side of the city, Benjamin awoke in a hospital bed. He had collapsed from the rain and the cold. Fever had consumed him through the night. Though the doctors brought it down, he was still weak and hooked to IV fluids.

I said. “She’s a strong one,” my mother said. “She’ll get through this. She just needs time. It was such a…shock.” My mother’s voice trailed off. To call it a shock was the understatement of the year. Right there, in the middle of our thanksgiving dinner, Benjamin had collapsed. It had been horrific. We all stood on the front step, watching as Willow sped off in the ambulance. But by the time we got to the hospital, Benjamin was already gone.

Even though our enemies were dead, I didn’t want anything to ruin this moment. “Is she almost here?” I asked him, nervous. “Almost, my Alpha.” He smiled, noticing my unease, and spoke quietly into the earpiece. “Benjamin is about to walk in.” I held my breath as the instrumental music began to play. Benjamin entered the church accompanied by two older children who represented the entire pack. His elegant little suit was identical to mine, filling me with pride. He smiled when he saw me at the end of the aisle and tried to run toward me, only to be gently stopped by the boy beside him.

The petite redhead breaks the salience, "Ummm… Hello, I'm Becky. I hope you like to eat because I love to cook." "I'm Benjamin, and I am part of the elite team of the Druit Guard. I'm not a picky eater." He's just standing there. Oh gezzz, he's an excellent investigator and warrior, but he's only 23 and has no experience with women who are not warriors like him, and he treats them as one of the guys. Amelie breaks the awkwardness, "Congratulations, Becky! I guess you will be coming with me to the Druit Guard!" Becky takes her gaze off Benjamin and looks around him at Amelie.

If it had been an ordinary person in this environment, they wouldn’t have lasted this long. Even if they weren’t tortured to death, without medical treatment, an infected shoulder wound would have led to a relentless high fever. In truth, Benjamin’s body temperature was already dangerously high. Yet, his sheer willpower allowed him to use even the slightest support Amelia gave him to push himself out of the cellar. — The first thing Benjamin noticed wasn’t Zoey. It was the little girl lying near the cellar. He could have escaped with Zoey earlier. But as they neared the edge of the village, he had come across that same little girl—

After that, I led Joyce back to our car. After the shopping spree, I chose not to let Walmart deliver the goods to my doorstep. Instead, I had the employees fill the car up with the food that I bought. After all, the neighbors would definitely suspect that something was going on if they were to notice the haul that I brought home. After the zombie outbreak, the most terrifying thing in the world wasn't the virus itself, but rather the dark side of humanity. Many survivors died in the hands of their allies during the early stage of the outbreak.

As she reached the end, the last few lines caused her utter confusion. _After the burial of the actor and his wife, his son was never seen again. Close relatives of the actor seem to have no clue as to where the boy is, who has been caring caring for him or if he is alive. It was as if the boy had been wiped off the face of the earth._ So she decided to search the boy's name. The first line she read caused her to drop her phone. _Benjamin Frost Junior, born Damien Benjamin Frost Junior..._ She looked for her phone in the box to read more but then she came across something else. She didnt know if it was what she though it was. She gulped and with shaky hands, she reached into the box. She tou

On the night of the full moon, as Grandma Evelyn's tales took on a new significance, Alex felt a strange stirring deep within him, a primal urge that he could not ignore. With Grandma Evelyn's guidance, Alex ventured into the heart of the forest, where he experienced his first transformation under the light of the moon. It was a moment of revelation, of awakening, as Alex embraced the true nature of his being and accepted his place within the ancient lineage of the werewolves.But as the truth of his heritage came to light, Alex found himself faced with a choice: to turn away from his family's legacy or to embrace it fully and carry on their tradition. With the support of Grandma Evelyn and A