Carl From Walking Dead Hat の小説・ストーリー

“Unlike you, though, I can be merciful. Just as long as you tell me what I want to know. Where might Carl go into hiding? What are his plans? Do you know anything about James’ plans?” She didn’t say anything, instead just glared at me as if she was trying to find out how much truth was in my threats. I narrowed my eyes at her and in the deadliest of tones that I could muster, I said, “Don’t test me, Lena. I have more reasons to see you bathed in silver than I have to be kind.” “Carl wanted to be king,” she said after a while. “He wanted to replace the lycan king while James became the rogue king.”

He really needed to take better care of his cars. “Where is she? I know she’s here! You can’t fucking hide her!” Greg was nearly screaming. If heads weren’t turned already, they were now. “That whore can’t hide from me!” I coughed on my bite of pie, grabbing my orange juice as a chaser. Carl slammed the hood of another car down. He had rolled up his sleeves to his shoulders, showing off the elite warrior tattoos our pack got when we were initiated. He was holding the largest socket wrench in the shop. It looked normal in his hands, and it made me look like a child when I held it. His eyes had to be flickering. His wolf wouldn’t take that kind of disrespect from a non-Beta wolf.

Carl said I hummed faintly, offering a polite nod, instead of using words. But he didn't seem to bother about how I responded to him, instead he continued talking “I heard that you're a good fighter” he continued “Heard you fought several wars for this Pack, which made you the Alpha, although you're not from this Pack” I chuckled and remained unfazed “It wasn't by War alone” I said coldly Carl chuckled “It only by that, I would love to see what you got, what made Alpha Austin, blindly made a stranger an Alpha” Carl comically said

“Our phase three is almost finished and we did not need to do anything, Alexander!” Carl chuckled but this around was more evident than before. He stood up from his throne like the king he was and proceeded to walk across the room. In the middle of the room, he halted in his steps and smiled. “Look damn what we've got here, Calven is slowly getting back to who originally is, the fucking monster he was!” Carl muffled up throwing his gaze upon the flaming ablaze. He grinned maliciously as he continued to walk across the room. He stopped at the exit of the room and leaned on the door.

He simpered and closes the ref. "I'm just worried about her, she doesn't have enough time working in her masters and she still manages to--" "Ahoy! Ahoy! My son Collin, where is the cookie chips I'm asking you to buy?" Carl entered the kitchen while still wearing his pyjama and that disheveled hair of his with hints of his white hairs. "Oh, yes, I got it here. Together with the cheese balls you love." Collin took out four bags of chips and gave it to Carl.

Pale as the moon, it continued to leak like a squashed bug; it smelled even worse. Carl stumbled forward, extending a shaking hand to touch a prison he’d only expected to escape in death. Lines and scars he’d known for a lifetime rested on its surface. Even the hairs remained. Between gray temples, the remains of Carl’s old face gaped at him broken-jawed—an eyeless, toothless mask. He backed away. Fuck. Oh, fuck me. What did she . . . Where is . . . ?

living and piercing himself." "I do not want to say that I have to do anything and" I came to the slave in the morning, so I have been to be unprecedented to the one of them. "The kidnap and I have been shown to the lakes of the meaning of meaning. The" he said. "The carrier-like. "What now?" He asked Gabriel and Intpaded in their face. "Now you open Hadaia." Carlisia and walked a stunning stroller at wrapped. "Carrisia, what is this right hell, we talked about not fill anything else to us!" Robin, who is pursued in practice, does not bring to them anything. "Oh oximat!" Reprehered before I support Elie-Robin or opening Gabriel Mouth. Carlisia came in a very large fund that could not say no

I snapped, struggling futilely against the chains. Carl squatted down in front of me, his cold eyes boring into mine. "Yes, I kidnapped you. But don't worry, as long as you cooperate, I won't harm you. I just need you as leverage, to show those brothers that foxes aren’t to be trifled with." "You're insane!" I yelled. "Do you think this will defeat the werewolves and take over their lands? They’ve lived here for centuries!" Carl’s expression twisted with rage. He moved so quickly I barely had time to react before his hand was around my throat, squeezing hard.

"Children, this is a war council. You shouldn't be here." "But we can help," Carl insisted stubbornly. "We have special powers. We can do things other wolves can't." "What kind of things?" Matthias asked, his tone caught between amusement and exasperation. The twins exchanged glances. That silent communication I had come to recognize so well. Then Carl pulled a small knife from his pocket. Before anyone could stop him, he drew the blade across his palm. "Carl!" I lunged forward, my heart seizing with panic. Blood welled from the cut. Bright red against his pale skin. The elders gasped in horror.

"Weeds really take a long time to die. Even the devil does not want you in hell just now, Carl Petrov" "Your eyes are swollen and your nose is red. Have you been crying? Were you scared I would die, Kara Stepanov?" Carl rebuked with a grimacing grin. "Fuck you" Kara scowled at him before she stormed away. ****tbc****