Carol Walking Dead Season 1 Novels & Stories

Caroline said, narrowing her eyes. “Caro!!” “Later, Lee!! It’s breakfast time. That’s what Dad mentioned in front of Mom indirectly.” Caroline said, cutting her in between. She clearly remembered that it was a vampire with whom she was having sex that night, and now a werewolf was her mate. So, a lot of questions were going on in her mind. “Okay!! But for now, please don’t open your mouth. Please.” Liara requested, and immediately her facial color paled when she sensed Calvin and Roselet.

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.

His body crashed downward, coincidentally landing on the Soul Collection Coffin. Crack! The seal attached to one of the chains actually loosened up. After that, the second, the third… Everyone stopped moving, wanting to see what exactly was inside this coffin. Carol was the only one whose expressions had changed drastically. She seemed to have sensed something. “Retreat!” she yelled. She was the first to retreat upward into the blood clouds.

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.

- Caroline walked into the cemetery upon her arrival. She saw a man in a white shirt when she was walking close to Eleanor's grave. Her eyes widened in shock slowly when she took a closer look. It was her brother's figure…

As Elena turned her back, Carol pulled a small fruit knife from her pocket and plunged it into Elena's back. With every stab, Carol whispered chillingly, "Don't worry, Aria's fine. But with me around, she won't stay that way for long." Elena never expected such a frail-looking young woman would attack her. Pain exploded through her body as she crumpled to the floor, blood spreading across the wood. The sight of red stained Carol's eyes, bringing back the horrors of last night. In a frenzy, she knelt beside Elena, stabbing repeatedly. Only when Elena stopped moving, lifeless on the floor, did Carol come back to herself.

The final task. Caroline walks to the base and crouches beside a twisted root. Her hand reaches out, touching the trunk gently. Nothing happens. “I can do this,” she mutters. “I’ve survived worse.” Her voice turns low, almost desperate. She places both hands on the tree and closes her eyes, whispering something I can’t hear. For a moment, the tree is still. Then it pulses. A force ripples out like a shockwave. Caroline screams. Her body lifts off the ground and is flung backward, hitting the earth with a sickening thud. Her eyes fly open, but they don’t see me. They see something else. Something inside.

It was the right time to remind Carlos that he had marked me, and unfortunately for him, his command wouldn’t affect me. After all, I was an official part of his soul now! “Can I know why you are acting like a bossy alpha instead of my husband all of a sudden? Is it because Lucian is a vampire?” A glimmer of shock flashing across Carlos’s eyes pleased me as I added coolly. “More precisely, he is a daywalker. The one born as a vampire.” His grip loosened instantly as shock took hold of him. “You knew it?” I pulled free from his hold and folded my arms, standing calmly despite his rising fury. “Yes. And we signed the deal in a friendly atmosphere.”

Carol's exhausted body shifts slightly as she turns to look at Eunice and Sarah, who are standing next to her bed. The movement sends a wave of soreness through her limbs. William walks in shortly after, deep in conversation with a nurse about something she can’t hear. Her eyes slowly settle on Eunice, and she tries to lift her hand to communicate, but the pain is too much. Tears begin to stream down her face, her lips quivering with pain and heartache. Eunice notices Carol staring at her, her hands trembling. Without hesitation, Eunice grabs Carol’s hands and signs carefully.

They stopped moving when they saw me. Eve froze. That fear — that little flicker of fear — shot a dose of satisfaction straight through me. But Kyrie? He looked triumphant. Like he’d stolen something from me and was proud enough to rub it in my face. I could feel my claws tingling under my skin. And, Carol - God bless her beautiful instincts - stepped out of the car when she noticed my hesitation and walked toward me, taking the items I had in hand. "Hey..." her voice pulled me back before I did something that’d make the council meeting unnecessary.