Carl Grimes Novels & Stories

He loved Liam as a grandpa, and he loved hearing about the military. "Grandpa, when I Grow Up, will you take me to Special Forces?" Carl said to Liam, shaking his body. "No problem. If you want to be a special forces soldier, you have to train harder." "Yes, sir." Carl salutes Liam like the soldiers in the movie. Liam laughed and was happy. He had already lost his son and wife and had almost lost Ulric, but now he had a grandson who shared his interests, which was a great comfort to him in his old age.

Carl dig his own grave. “To address this,” Mr. Carl continued, “we believe the best course of action is to have both Christine and Eva work together as models for Whyte Corps. If the public sees them side by side, it would project unity and strength, leveraging Eva’s positive influence to mitigate the negativity surrounding Christine. It’s a strategic move that would benefit everyone involved.”

Slinging Augustus’s inert body over his shoulder, Carl led them to an open area large enough for a chopper to set down. Augustus was honorably discharged and sent home after he recovered, but Carl was placed in another unit. He tried and failed several times to reconnect with Carl after the war, but it was like his comrade and savior disappeared. Then one day, an old woman appeared at the DaLair office. She claimed to be Carl’s grandmother and told him Carl was sleeping in the streets. She begged him to save her grandson.

But he wasn’t frowning now as he wet the cloth again and returned to Caleb’s neck to clean the oozing pus. Caleb’s eyes were closed, his long dark lashes still against his ashy skin. “Fucking Dark Storm warrior my ass,” Carl mumbled to himself as he lifted the clothe to Caleb’s forehead. “Taking a knife for someone else is the worst way to die you fool.” Caleb remained still but from Carl’s actions of talking and cleaning Maggie could tell that this was not the first time Carl was cleaning Caleb up and she wondered how many of the others knew this.

Drake demanded. Emily gave a small shake of her head. "I won't look." "Come on, Emily," he said as she looked at him. Always keep in mind that the alpha is a werewolf with a short fuse. Leia recited the line in her head. "No, Leia, you need to be quiet. " Just get out of my head and quit reading that book already!" She growled at her wolf companion.

Carl explained, looking all happy and accomplished. “Uh! Please tell me that I can naturally make this invisible to humans and cameras, for I am a model for crying out loud.. and I really should have no ink on my skin! It is on my contract, but your seal is very bold and looks almost freshly done; I don't like it, and I can't take it!” I yelled out further as I tried to rub it off my arm. I wished I could. “Come on.. Elise..!" Carl sounded, trying to be all sweet and kindhearted like he he was bringing fort his hand in soothing confidence.

I argued. He smiled and nodded. "I'm afraid your brother isn't who you thought he was," he said. "When he learned the truth, he couldn't help but want what we had to offer." "What truth?" I asked him. He looked at me dead in the eyes. "That your grandfather isn't Otto Müller," he said. "His real name is Wilhelm Goebel. He was the European aid to Cain's father. Your grandfather was a very powerful Lycanthrope with a lot of an influence."

The smirk instantly vanished from Carl's face as he realized the new school doctor wasn't playing around and had zero intention of humoring them. "Are you deaf or just stupid? Do you even know who I am? My grandfather is one of the founders of this university!" Carl snarled, dropping the act entirely. He shoved himself upright, sneering as he jabbed a finger straight into Kevin's chest. "One word from me, and you'll be fired and expelled before the week is out!" Kevin didn't even blink. With terrifying speed, his hand shot out, catching Carl's wrist and twisting it firmly.

And yet, right now, I smile. Until a growl rumbles through the night behind me. I spin around. A large brown wolf with markings on his legs stalks toward me, his muscles rippling with each thud of his paws. He bares his teeth. I sigh, realizing what caused the carriage to roll over. “James?” I say softly, soothingly. “It’s okay. It’s over. I killed him.” His eyes flash with menace. I step back, frowning. “James, what are you doing? You said...”

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