Carl Walking Dead Novels & Stories

He then took her to the shelter's hospital where she was confirmed dead. It's 4am, Carla was woken up by a bad dream. She saw a little girl walking down a path alone and suddenly a vampire attacked her, he kept sucking as she lost every atom of strength in her. Someone called out her name and the vampire fled. She tried to remember the name she heard… "Urghhh, fuck this, I'm up! Carla said. She completed her morning routine and headed downstairs quietly, making a cup of coffee. She sneaked upstairs, stared at her Aunt for a while, then went out for the day's training.

"This is odd." Carl pointed out as he roamed his area of assignment. He was riding on his motorcycle, as he had three areas covered to compensate for the people that still had to recover in the hospital. Most hunters don't go alone, but due to the scarcity of people, he decided to split up with his current partner to cover more ground. Just yesterday, he had already seen a vampire the moment he stepped into his area of assignment. But he has been roaming for half an hour, and there has barely been a vampire around. Was it possible that they had already killed everyone else? But it was impossible.

Beta Julius stepped into the room, bowing his head lightly. “How are you feeling today, Alpha?" He asked, nodding towards an unresponsive Meagan. "Light as a feather." Carl joked. The look on Julius face was distant. “Please stop playing around, Alpha." Carl rolled his eyes. Even in his weak state he had more guts than everyone around him. He wasn't dead yet, but they all moved about like it was his funeral. “You all should be the one to quit being so sad. It's weighing my wolf and I." Carl whined, wincing as a sharp pain shot through his sides.

I know no matter what my feelings toward dean are, Carl is gonna do what is right for business. And I'm here to support him as it should be. So when he requests he wants me to stay, I do it without arguing even when what I want is to be away. Carl walks to dean and kneels beside him with a relaxed satisfied face. He slowly undoes dean's pants before dragging them down together with his boxers. With a smirk on his face, he slowly trails the sharp point of the knife on the man's manhood and I can only imagine how badly he is gonna hurt.

It was Shula’s. “Boss, I have located the lounge where Carl met his grandfather.” “So?” “There are security cameras.” My heartbeat accelerated. “Send me everything immediately.” Less than a minute later, a video appeared on my phone. I watched Carl enter the hotel alone. He looked confident, but I knew that look too well. He was planning something foolish. The footage skipped ahead. Almost an hour later, four men dressed in black carried someone out through the underground parking garage. The person’s face was not visible. His body hung limply over one man’s shoulder.

My youngest was just starting middle school, the last thing I needed right now was a baby! “Oh I actually want him to go there. It's been too long since I watched a werewolf hunt down prey. That is if Lydia hasn't filled him in on what he just signed up for. If she hadn't filled him in, then Lawrence was a dead man walking,” Carl said to me and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. I tried not to react to his touch but rekindling a dead bond after a couple of years intensifies every touch. “Why do you say that?” I asked him, my breathing getting heavier as he ran his hand on my belly. When did he get into my shirt?

she tilted her head to the side as she gestured towards a lifeless Lex. “Sure,” Carl answered back. “My pups will avenge their mother’s and my beloved’s death, and when you shall be writhing beneath them and asking for mercy from me at that time, I will not hesitate to kill you myself,” Carl gnarled. “Pfft,” she harrumphed. "I would love to see them try,” she jibed. “Bloody useless like their bloody useless father,” she muttered under her breath, her voice filled with ardent hate and disgust.

“Good. I’ll tell the men to move.” I reach for my phone, fast, and dial. Drew’s voice slices through again. “What the fu—! Lance, wait. I think Carl's called some backup.” My head jerks up. “What?” “There’s a car in view. Not moving forward. Just… on standby.” “Shit.” I hiss. I grab the binoculars from him without asking, slam them against my face, scanning fast. Carl’s outside the warehouse now. He's already seen his men, dead. And… he's dialing someone.

"It's okay that Carolyn is here with you and Nicole, and I get to join in and we'll all have sex together." "Very good, Carl. One more thing, when you and Carolyn leave you can suggest that you get together and do the same thing with your brother and his wife, I'm sure she'll be receptive." Carl and I head into the house. Carl is a handsome man, a little darker than Carolyn, with a firm muscular build. He has close-cropped hair and I can't help but notice his firm biceps, as we walk in the house together. I'm glad I have the transmitter on my side.

They don't have to worry about the cameras or the cops seeing them, the organization will handle that. Dexter got the text on his phone and he looked up at Carl who was prepared to hit him with a smile. “You can pass.” He said with a smile and walked away. He smiled to himself as he walked away. Carl found it odd but that didn't matter at that moment, he needed to find Lucy and the guard she left with. He checked around for a few seconds, but he couldn't find Lucy or the guard. He tried calling her but her number wasn't going through.