Carol Walking Dead Age Novels & Stories

‘’Mom…mom please wake up, you can't do this now… I won't accept, I won't tell Paris please wake up” Shane pleaded desperately but his cries and pleas only fell on deaf ears as Melissa’s body lay still and cold on the ground. The noise and commotion from outside were enough to wake the entire Carter household up. The omegas were first to come out and seeing their mistress and friend in a pool of her blood as it flowed from her head mixing with the soil and being welcomed by Mother Earth, their cries woke the pack. Their screams knew no bounds or distance. She was a good woman, a good friend, and a mother who lived her life for her children, she was forever going to be missed. ‘’What's going o

"Elizabeth, immunity to sickness and fast mending are only a few of the wolf's characteristics. There are others, but the most important one for you is that werewolves are somewhat immortal. Most individuals who decide to modify their appearance do so in their mid-twenties and remain that age for the rest of their life. Being a werewolf brought about some significant changes in your life because you were older. You could probably tell folks you bleached your hair, but there's no hiding the fact that you've shed a significant amount of weight and seem twenty years younger almost overnight." "We knew if you survived, you'd alter so drastically that it couldn't be disguised or explained. There

A younger female vampire shouted as she admire Carlos handsome face. She over 700 years, but has the body of a 16 year old girl. She don't like Carlos, but only obsessed with him face. "..but sadly you don't want me to paint you! That's too sad" The young vampire added. "I see you all are looking good." Carlos said and shut the door. He then walked to his sit which was strangely at the front of the meeting room, facing all the members of the higher table. "..You really picked the nicest place to put my sit Elena! Thanks." Carlos forcefully said with a smile on his face.

"Mom, Zoey and I will treat you well in the future. You don't have to worry about anything. If you find someone suitable, you can get a partner." Carol flushed red. "What are you talking about, you silly thing? I'll be 50 next year! I've already got one foot in the grave. How could I marry anyone at this stage?" "If you live to be 80, that's still 30 years of companionship," Calla reasoned. She was very progressive about this sort of thing. "Yeah, Mom. I support Calla on this." Zoey opened the door and stuck her head out again. "I'm not going to talk to you two about this anymore." Carol went back to her room in embarrassment.

“Alright, since I’ve already said it, I see no point in hiding the truth anymore. Aster is indeed my sugar daddy. He asked me to look for you that night to make you angry, but we weren’t expecting you to give me away to some other man. So, Aster went along with your plan and killed that pervert before framing you for it. You’re just that gullible, after all.” Carol smiled smugly, and Titus’s expression turned even darker. He stared at her for a while before he got up and went over to her to grab her chin. “How long have you known Aster? Did you meet him before me or after me?” “Of course before you. You wouldn’t believe it, but I got to know him when I was ten.” Carol counted with her finger

It was like an infinite tower of drawers with files of people. Dead or alive. She climbed up the stairs to search for old files from the 1800s. “Does vampires have their record here, mother?” Caroline asked. “Of course, my dear.” She fixed her silver eyepatch as she picked up her feather pen. “I’m bored, mother. Can I go shopping?” “Hmm,” Caroline knew well that her mother wouldn’t let her out alone. “Go with Christopher.”

She groaned in frustration. *Carly Tartal, the demoness who thinks wealth solves it all for her. Guess what? She's of the supernatural. From my observation and spying, she was turned she-wolf at the age of 18 by a werewolf on her birthday while at the sacred forest of her school. Have you heard? At the supernatural party there, I had witnessed their secrecy over there. I just can't hold back since Carly's family has to know how she killed a human in a restroom.*

“Thank you, dad, please ask her.” “I’m just saying, I mean, they are not even related.” “Don’t push them,” Edward caressed her face, “let them decide on their own.” “They are not getting any younger.” “They are Nightwalkers. They are still going into their prime. Nightwalkers mates from two hundred years, remember? And they are just a hundred and seventeen.” “Going to eighteen. I mean, Mariah will be a hundred and eighteen in the next two months. The blood moon is in a month’s time, I really hope she finds someone before her birthday.”

There were only slivers of feelings that I couldn't interpret, so I changed the subject, going back to my mental list of questions. "I bet Mom ... uh, your sister ... was surprised by how young you look." My mom had been seventy years old. And according to the family records, only a few years older than Caroline. The woman before me couldn't be more than forty. She could have passed for someone even younger than that. Caroline sniffed and wiped her face. "It's true. I am much older than I look. I've always looked good for my age, though," she said, one side of her mouth pulling up. "It's a side-effect of my ability."

I was glad she walked away. She would get hurt if I didn’t go easy on her. Katherine was a twig: no meat on her bones. She was one of the girls who overestimated their abilities over me. Not to brag, but I was over one hundred years old. She was merely 15-17 considering the last time I saw her. This gave me an extensive advantage over the girl I have been beaten by many vampire women, but never alone werewolf. Especially, not a lone werewolf who had just been hit by a car. She had a very slim chance considering her frame and accident yesterday.