Carl Grimes Novels & Stories

ALEXANDER. "Thank you," I mumble to the man in front of the car before I slam the door shut, with one hand holding my jacket over my shoulder and the other gripping my phone. I drag in several breaths as I make my way toward the front door, and I’m digging my keys out of my pants pocket when the door suddenly opens. I lift my head, my hand slipping out of my pocket, and I scowl when I see Kaleb with a huge grin spattered on his face.

He plays the footage from the camera flash he got from the lab. We carefully watch everything in the video. Alpha Tate’s wolf wasn’t comfortable seeing it again, he’s growling and radiating anger energy from his body, but we had to watch it. It’s the only way to know who these scientists are. “There.” He points at the screen. Oliver pauses the video, taking it back a little and stops at the face of one of the doctors. “Isn’t that Justin’s father?” Oliver asks, staring at the screen intensely. He does look exactly like Justin though.

I bit my lower lip, unable to look away from the intense, burning heat in his eyes. A loud groan broke the tension. Behind Alaric, Carl pushed himself up from the ground. His face was completely covered in thick, dark mud. He spit a mouthful of dirty water onto the grass, coughing violently. He looked at Freya. He looked at me. He saw the complete awe on my face, and he saw who I was looking at. The humiliation completely broke his mind. Carl's eyes turned a violent, feral red. He lost all human reason. With a furious roar, he shifted and popped his razor-sharp wolf claws from his fingertips.

But I followed him. I could not stay behind. Outside the gates stood a tall man with a thick skin and deep blue eyes. Alpha Kael. He looked even stronger than the last time I saw him. Alpha power was already smelling on his body and he was breathing like thunder. His eyes found me immediately right there as I got lost in thought. “Annie,” his voice cut across the room. “I have come for my mate and my pups.” The woods went silent for a while. I felt another kind of power as Damon touched me.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

“He’s here. He is qualified for the job, and he’s had his own past in a world with men like Lorenzo.” “Bring him in.” She opened the door wider. A man entered with the kind of stillness that clears a room. Tall. Dark hair, neatly kept. A charcoal suit that didn’t announce itself and a gaze that did, cool, attentive, unhurried. He stopped at a polite distance, as if measuring the space between us and deciding not to invade it. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said, nodding once. “Elias Gray. Thank you for accepting me in your firm. Ms. Vale told me that you needed a lawyer as a second advisor to your lawyer.”

“Carl’s father. Alive. And the architect of Velgrave’s elite disruption units. He was the first human to survive forced power suppression exposure.” Carl didn’t flinch. But his silence spoke volumes. “He's not just alive,” Tobias said. “He's leading what remains of Velgrave’s military. Underground. Training loyalists.” Ophelia turned slowly. “You knew?” Carl’s jaw clenched. “I suspected.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because he doesn’t just want control,” Carl said. “He wants me.” The room fell silent. For the first time, Carl looked afraid. They found him in a scorched military outpost beneath the old Velgrave detention grid.

"Fine, if it's not the juniors' fault, I'll let them off the hook this time!" "I'm actually bummed I didn't get to finish off a few juniors," Carl added with a hint of regret as he pulled back his ready-to-strike hand. Mosby's eyelids twitched, and he frowned, "Even after all that time at the Advanced Medical Institute, you still haven't toned down your love for killing?" Carl flashed a wicked grin, "Mr. Lake, some things are just in your nature, and they'll never change! Take my reputation as the Grim Reaper's harvester, for instance. It's so darn irresistible!"

the longer they talk, the more confused he becomes Jimboy silently listening to their discussion, also he was confused. Grim Reaper just waves his hands like a disinterested teen. “bah! let's talk another time, I think this is too early to analyze things, but for now, I’ll stick with your group” After that Grim Reaper went outside and let Jimboy and John Carl in the room. After a few conversations, John Carl strolls into the building. He was looking for someone. Someone who he can’t forget. “Mary Ann”

Charlotte POV Waking up groggy I walked to the kitchen for some water, yawning. I open the fridge and grab a bottle, opening it and taking a few sips. The sun isn’t up yet and I still have a lot of work to do on my car, I still haven’t been able to figure out what’s wrong with it. When I first got it I took it apart and put it back together so I’d know everything about it, so when days like this came along I wouldn’t have this issue. However I’m stumped. I put in a new battery, changed the spark plugs, breaks, tires, everything I could with what I had around the house. Gramps offered for me to use his car to go to the store, which I plan on doing when the sun comes up. He said they went out