Beth Greene Walking Dead Novels & Stories

“Can you tell if anyone is walking the wall? Look for shadows.” “Damn, you’re good,” Pete mused as he did as he was asked. For someone who had never been to war, she was impressively survival savvy. Shaking his head, he said, “I don’t see any. Do you?” Kendra replied with a vigorous shake of her head. “Let’s make a run for it before more zombies show up.”

Scarlet stepped forward ahead of the group in a protective stance. Looking around, she noticed that only a few kids were still lingering behind. Chris tried to pull Scarlet back, but she brushed him off. "What's going on?" Miss Green asked, coming out of her state of shock. "Mrs Turner, Mrs Forrester?" Mrs Forrester growled at her before she let out a cry. Miss Green turned with a laugh. "She just howl." Then she fainted. "We don't want any trouble." Chris look both skinwalkers in the eyes, the two growled at him.

she continued. “How dare you reach above where you belong?” Greene’s face twisted with anger and humiliation. “You got exactly what you deserved.” He took a step toward her, his hand twitching as if he wanted to grab her. Beatrice’s expression changed instantly. She shot him a warning glare. “Don’t.” Her voice was low and deadly. “You don’t want to die, do you?” “If you touch me,” she said calmly, “I will scream.” She took one deliberate step closer. “And by the time anyone gets here, you’ll be ruined beyond repair.”

"She was here when Bella collapsed. She was in the corridor. I saw her. She was standing in the corridor with the rest of the gathered pack during the vigil and I saw her and I didn't—" "Stop," Bella said, not unkindly. "You weren't supposed to see it. That's the point." "Where is she now?" I asked. Wren reached for the hum with the focused speed of someone bypassing their usual careful process in favor of urgency. "East wing," she said. "Still in the room she was given. She hasn't moved." I looked at Bram. He was already moving. I went with him, Bella a step behind me, Wren behind her, a team of eight warriors moving through the packhouse corridor in the controlled silence of people who had

"When did this happen?" "This morning I guess. Our contact in the Tairneach says that Rafe showed up with Jenna on his arm and a group of weres of all shapes and sizes backing him up. Odd weres too. A bunch of them were mix-breeds. Made some pretty speech that had everyone growling with approval and then Brennus promptly handed the pack over. Shortly there after Brennus's body was found along with Gregor's. The story is that the two men killed each other fighting over Brennus's decision. No one is contesting it. I wonder why. Who knows what Rafe's doing to their brains as we speak." Keith shifted uncomfortably and looked over at Aislinn. "You can't do that kind of coach can you?"

It leads straight down towards the village huts. I bolt. My boots chew up the wet grass. Through the shadows of the timber cabins, I spot them. Betty is walking in front, her shoulder pressed against a girl who looks so much like her it makes my wolf growl in confusion. Elia. Behind them walk Adriel and Gage, their arms crossed, their expressions heavy. Betty is stumbling. She grips her temple, her shoulders shaking as she tries to fight down the raw Lycan instincts flooding her system. Adriel catches my eye through the gloom. He gives me a sharp, single nod. He is letting me know he has my back.

Horrified by the thought that she’d let a stranger cuddle her, she shot up and scrambled backward. “Who are you?” she questioned—“What did you do to me?”—wary of any person who came near her. “Grayson Walker.” He stood from his crouching position and reached out a hand. “Sheriff of Silvercreek. You passed out when you saw me. I knew I had an effect on women, but I’ve never known them to faint on site.” Bree stood up without his help and brushed the seat of her pants. “Brianna Stone.” She reached out to shake his hand. “I’m sorry I’ve been having these intense headaches, but this is the first time I fainted.”

With that said she moved so fast round the room , that before people could understand what is going on one 3rd of the vampire heads where rolling on the ground. She turned eyes burning silver fire to deal with Elena when she saw her mother Gwen kneel before her pleading , Gemini just smiled. " Ok so if I spare her what does that make me?" Those people died because of her, so I have to make an example of her, and with that the blade went through her head and Elena's head landed on the ground and everywhere was silent, even Etienne paid no mind to his sister's death, instead he just carried lyric gingerly from there into an awaiting Mercedes Benz.

Darla tried keeping up with them, but she was out of shape and out of breath. Jade shook as they got closer to her, Kills opened the closet door and looked around and closed. it. “She’s not here.” “Oh, but she is, I can smell her fear.” Gage challenged. “Find her before those vampires come back.” Jade's breathing got heavy again, Gage opened the closet door and grabbed a hold of her. She screamed, but it didn’t scare him. He moved her into the center of the room. “I told you I would be back for you, and daddy isn’t here to save you.” Gage laughed.

Danger. Greta stopped, and they looked at the pictures she had taken. There, in three different photos, was a ghostly pale woman walking between the trees. She clearly wasn’t living because she walked without a coat or anything to keep her warm. Her hair was loose, and you could make out she wore something on her head. “Is that what I think it is? Is she wearing flowers in her hair?”