Carol Walking Dead Age Novels & Stories

He was angry at me. Silently, I teleported inside the room and hid behind a wardrob, turning the lights off. Victor's head jerked up at the sudden darkness. "Are you here? You are here aren't you?" He asked. "Yes." I replied curtly. Without explaining why he wanted me there, he straightly jumped to the point as if he knew I would read his mind. "Cilia Carpenter. Age 16. Born in July 6th 2003, Minnesota, USA. Died in August 27th 2018, Minnesota, USA. Cause of death... car accident."

Her face was as pale as paper, her lips devoid of any color, and her life force was as weak as a candle in the wind, seemingly on the verge of being extinguished. As a werewolf doctor, I knew this state was far from ordinary. Aubrie was crying beside her, "After Caroline accidentally fell down the stairs three years ago, she has been in a coma ever since. We've taken her to many experts, but we still don't know what's going on." I sat silently on a chair, establishing a deep spiritual connection with the wolf within me. Instantly, a powerful and mysterious aura of perception emanated from my body, slowly enveloping Caroline.

“Who is Carlos?” “Elias’ best friend. They practically grew up together.” “Don’t you mean ‘you all’ grew up together?” She laughed. “I’m over thirty years younger than them. I was an annoying little kid when they were adults.” Thirty? How old were they? I knew that lycans lived much longer than wolves, but I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She had to be at least a few years older than me, that would make my mate at least fifty, but he didn’t look a day over twenty-five.

Chapter 1 Carla Simpson POV Hi I am Carla Simpson... I am 20 years old today so happy birthday to me... I am single and in no condition to change that, my past proves that... At age 13 my parents died in a plane crash, leaving me an orphan with a multimillion-dollar company which I would have to take over when I turn twenty which is today... I was taken in by my mother's little sister Nikita Brown and her husband Cole Brown.

Her eyes are wide, jumping from me, scanning around. “My name is Nate Blackwood. I’m the Beta of the Black River Pack. I came to have a meeting with your Alpha.” She gulps, checking me over again, and I hope she decides I’m not a threat. When she relaxes, her face contorts in pain. “I’m Carol,” she whispers, laying back. “Are they all dead?” she asks, voice shaking. “The only survivors we’ve found are two boys and you. They ran into the woods, scared of me.” I reply with my brows furrowed.

“HER name is Caren Marcelo. A seventeen-year-old senior high school student.” Kairos was talking beside me while we were watching the high school girl in front of us. According to my death angel, this girl was my mission. The girl, fine, I'd call her Caren, was eating alone on the six seater dining table. She was scrolling through her phone while eating.

Cara’s voice falters, and I see the fear in her eyes. “What do you mean?” Nora presses, her tone sharp. “It’s been so long. I was in darkness for so long… I don’t remember my past,” Cara admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “How long?” I ask, my heart racing with anticipation. “Fifty years. I was a shuck. Fifty years I roamed,” Cara says, her gaze dropping to the floor. “What in the name of the Moon Goddess…” I breathe, disbelief washing over me. “How… how is this possible, Mother?” I turn to Nora, my mind racing. “How can she have been a shuck? How is she here, flesh and bone, a werewolf… alive?”

"Sam," Carol murmured dreamily. "She couldn't possibly go wrong with him." But I have another question." Ravena assumed she'd never hear the end of them, which was understandable. She hadn't even told Carol about the semi-immortal element yet. Carol, she reasoned, wasn't a virgin. Carol, on the other hand, had to be warned by Ravena that she couldn't have casual sexual intercourse with a lupus garou. That if one acted interested in her—and given scarcity in most packs, she'd have plenty of interest—if she reacted similarly to a male, she could be wedded and it'd be a done thing, for life. But this was not the time or place to discuss it. "The bullets that killed Doc Oliver and Ritka were sil

Just than Austin and Ralph passed by them and stopped, there was a boy with dark black hairs, blue eyes and tan complexion with them, who looks like 18. "Hey girls! what you guys are doing here, don't you guys have a class ahead?" asked Ralph. "We does we were about to go ahead" said Lilliana. "Soph, who is this guy with him?" thought Lilliana, while Sophia rolled her eyes. "Stop it Lilli, and how I supposed to know that" Sophia sent her telepathically thought. "By the way girls he is Carlos, he is a werewolf, upcoming beta of Crimsonstone pack" Said Austin.

Third Person POV Cole’s eyes shrank, but he quickly composed himself. “Elder Valkil. How nice of you to come visit me when I’m mourning the death of a subordinate you assigned to me.” Elder Valkil, a 400‑year‑old vampire elder, slowly took off his hood, revealing a handsome face that didn’t look older than twenty‑four. “You must have had quite some fond memories with Lord Joyce.”