Chandler Riggs From The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

The concern for Chastity and the vulnerable state of her pack intensified the gravity of the situation. The image of Chastity, a strong and resilient alpha, dealing with the fallout from the rogue attack on her mate, Xander, consumed his thoughts. Xander being in a coma is Sila's doing. It’s the effect of the revival he tried to do to the alpha, echoing through the supernatural grapevine. His worry for Chastity was palpable—a tight knot in his chest that mirrored the uncertainty of the current circumstances.

The way their eyes lit up and shone when they spoke to each other, the way they simply smiled and talked, was all out in the open. Heidi and the other Wagner’s who saw these were also relieved to see that their son and father were content. That title of tyrant was about to be revoked. Chandler would give Vanity blood bags every three days, which she would accept with a happy smile. He'd rather provide it for her than force her to go hunting. He didn't want to take any chances. There could be other vampires out there, and he was terrified of them. What if another vampire found out that Vanity had lost a day?

Alfred was around somewhere, he could sense him. There were many dangerous, deadly vibes, but one was extremely deadlier that it threatened his beast and made it want to jump to the surface —that was Alfred. Anthony followed the aura to the place it came from, there he found Tyson Riggs, the Head of KR Pack warriors, and five of his men coming out of Alfred's chamber in their human forms.

He uses the remnants to clean me off while I put his shirt on over my head. When he is satisfied my pussy isn't on show, he turns around. "Dillan, right?" "Yes," Dillan drawls. "And you are?" I wish I could see Dillan's face, but I'm thankful I'm hidden right now. "This is Riggs. He saved our asses tonight by helping," I say from behind the biker. He steps aside when I tap the outside of his hip. "Well, Riggs, thanks for the help. You sure saved our bacon. Thought we were going to be fried up alive when those girls didn't show." Dillan states. "By the way, Boss Bitch, daddykins is lookin' for ya."

Then, Koi said, "Mr. Jennings, your talent is remarkable. Have you ever considered becoming a Corpse Tailor?" Tanner's face finally showed fear. He muttered, "He's the Saffronesian Corpse Tailor, one of the three undead beings!" It was the first time Chad had heard of that, but he said, "Don't talk, and whatever you do, don't try to sit or lie down. Even a god couldn't save you then!" Chad was not exaggerating. The long gash from Tanner's chest to his abdomen meant he could not sit or lie down without worsening his condition. Chad helped him to a tree, letting him lean against it to save his strength and give him a slim chance at survival.

"The Chandlers aren't here yet?" As soon as he spoke, another large group of people appeared from the back entrance of Tycon Dojo. The man in the lead was Drake Chandler, a middle-aged man with a hawkish appearance and tenth in Earthrank. Behind him was Wilf, the Chandler family butler, and the Chandlers' bodyguards. Vicky nodded at Drake. "It's a pleasure, Mr. Chandler." Drake remained impassive, his hands clasped behind his back and his tone flat. "Do you accept the conditions we asked three days ago, Ms. Turnbull?"

"He doesn't deserve to live." Channing scented me in the air and moved forward, stepping around my mother's still form. "No, Chancy, she's right. He's an Alpha." Channing kneeled next to me, his eyes searching mine as he tilted his head to the side and contemplated me. "Not just an alpha," he amended. "A prince." That was the first day Channing had ever spared a life on his hunts. After that day, he discontinued hunting rogues, although his brother Chancy continued the hunts for years to come.

Turning around slowly, I found Chandler standing three feet away. He looked terrible. The tailored gray suit hung loosely on his frame, as if he had lost ten pounds in a week. Dark, purple bags bruised the skin under his eyes. The arrogant, untouchable Alpha who threw me out of his packhouse onto the cold pavement was entirely gone. He looked like a desperate, starving dog. "Chandler," I acknowledged, keeping my voice dead flat.

The people from the media already picked up their equipment and started recording again the moment Liam started his first strike. Therefore, it was only natural that they recorded Craig falling to the ground in fear and begging for mercy. Liam ignored Craig and turned around to walk toward Chandler. Chandler was beyond excited. Tears were rolling in his eyes as he looked at Liam. He grabbed Liam's hand in excitement and said, "Thank goodness that you came, sir. They were too cunning. They came to challenge us in the name of this exchange.

Waves of pain crashed upon their bodies, their thoughts consumed by determination to defend their family's honor. In a final, ferocious attack, Addison's sword found its mark. The azure blade pierced through Chandler's defenses, plunging into his side. Chandler gasped, his breath escaping in ragged gasps, as the world spun out of focus. He collapsed to his knees, his life force slowly slipping away.