Carol Walking Dead Season 1 Novels & Stories

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Christopher asked, stirring what appeared to be a pot of spaghetti on the stove. Before Grace could answer, the back door came bursting in, shards of glass flying across the room, peppering the couple with fragments. Grace threw her hands in front of her face to protect her eyes. When she pulled her arms down, she began to scream. Looking into the maniacal steel gray eyes, there was no doubt in her mind now that Jack Carol and his brother were Vampires. * * *

Cara had gone to see her that morning, and Charlie had volunteered to take her because he was desperate for them to stay connected, hoping his Luna would remain an advocate for his mate and open the doors so they could finally be together. But while he was waiting for Cara to come out of the dorm, he’d scented the Night Walker, stalking the trees behind the dorm and he’d gone after him. He showed me it all as if I was there… The dirt between the trees peppered with sunlight that broke through the leaves, the whisp of a breeze that brought that fucker’s scent and every instinct in his body leaped to alarm. The thing that had tried to kill her, sunk its teeth into her.

I shrugged. “You could’ve called us.” Paps didn’t sound angry – just concerned, and perhaps a little impressed. “I still don’t have my phone, and I was too panicked in the moment to think to use the one at the diner.” He nodded, and then slung a rope to Harper. “You okay back there?” “It’s a lot to take in,” he ground out. “I – I saw Callie kill someone today.” “A vampire,” Paps supplied. “She had it coming, Harp.”

Fighting it, I watch as she touches a woman’s shoulder in front of me and the older woman turns to her before asking, “Do I know you?” The Soul Eater shakes her head no, and then caresses the woman’s cheek before leaning closer to kiss her mouth. The minute she kisses her, I sense something strange has happened. When she walks casually off, the woman is left standing there staring after her and then she falls to the ground.

“Don’t call me that! I don’t have someone as ungrateful as you for a daughter! If anything happens to Victor, I’m going to make you pay!” Carol felt dizzy from all the slapping, and she gradually lost consciousness. Bella thought that Carol was faking it when she fell to the floor because she no longer had the strength to stay up. She kicked her knee. “Get up! Stop pretending to be dead and get up! GET UP!” But no matter how hard she kicked her, Carol did not react. Fear filled Bella’s heart. She looked around in a panic because someone might have seen it. When she saw no one around, she ran over to Carol’s car and searched through her handbag. She got her wallet from it, but there were only

She spun her head left, right and up then left and right again, already seeing how well her ‘plan’ was going to work. She then turned to Damon and could see his slow but hardened breathing as he set himself in an attacking pose with his arms stretched out before him. “Hey,” she called. Damon turned to face her and was a little puzzled when he caught the weird calm expression on Carol’s that got even weirder when he saw her smile. “Carol?” “There’s only one way we’re beating these things.” The creatures got closer and closer. Damon waited for an addition but instead got a hand placed on his shoulder.

I walked with my head held high and grabbed a plate of eggs, toast, and fruit before sitting down to eat. Today was the start of something new. I wasn’t just a werewolf anymore, I was a hybrid. And it was time to own it. After breakfast, I made my way to the east wing of the pack house where Gwendoline told me I’d meet Carol. I didn’t know what to expect. Some ancient, mystical-looking witch with glowing eyes and a floating staff, maybe? But when the door creaked open, I was surprised. Carol stood there in jeans, boots, and a black tank top, her dark red hair tied in a braid down her back. She looked like she could hold her own in a fight, not just a spellbook.

While waiting for Crassus to change, Lucian bit one of them. Carol yelled out as Ravena was still gripping her throat, attempting to suck breath into her lungs. She sank to the floor, her eyes unfocused and a horrible cut on her throat oozing with blood. Ravena approached Carol, her palm on her throat, halting the blood, after skirting around the four wolves fighting each other. "Oh my goodness, Carol. You'll be... fine." Some words of comfort. Carol's death would be the simplest option now that she knew they were lupus garous. Ravena was anxious for her to live.