Charlie Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Slowly, his skin turns black, like a living parasite black viens creep out from the injection point, slowly killing him from the inside out. Rushing to Charlie, I yank the knife out only to see blood pour out at a faster rate. “Charlie. It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You are not dying on me. Drink.” I bite into my own wrist and press it to her mouth.

Captain Black Blood said crying is a weakness that anyone can grab ahold and use it as a weapon against you. "Charlie. Where in the bloody hell do you think you're going?" Nate growls. I don't dare to face him. Instead I continue to ignore him and keep walking. By the time I reach my room my tears have spilled over my eyes and running down freely on my cheeks. I crash down onto my bed face-down trying to block out the sounds of the men scrambling around on deck and the muffled commands of my brother. The smell of lavender is gone and I am only left with the painful reminder of the past.

Both brothers wanted to kill their father and they didn't even know. I just shook my head and continued with what I was doing. Right after I removed the last crystal needle, I gave the two siblings the side-eye. “Who said Alpha Watson was dead? Are you doctors? We're all werewolves in this room and if you'd stop shouting at the top of your voice, you'll clearly hear his hear beat, it's also getting stronger.” Hearing that, a very angry looking Charlie took a few steps forward and pointed at me. “Judging from the amount of blood my father vomited, how can he be still alive? You're so a liar and you're just trying to save yourself and it won't work!”

He grabbed Charlie by the hair, dragged him all the way to Sylvia, and slammed his head into the ground repeatedly. Thud! Thud! Thud! Each impact echoed through the room, followed by Charlie's cries of pain and the sickening sound of bones breaking. Marissa and Lucy's expressions turned ghastly pale. They screamed at the gruesome sight. "Stop! You're going to kill him!" It didn't bother Frederick; he smashed Charlie's head harder and faster. Charlie was on his last breath. He shouted desperately, "You can't kill me! I'm with the Underground King! If I die, your whole family goes down with me!"

"Thank you, Charlie. I’ll find the perfect dress. I’ll make sure I look exactly how you want." "I know you will," Charlie grinned, walking over to pat her shoulder, completely blind to the fact that his own wife had already selected the wardrobe and written the script he was so eagerly funding. He walked back to the door, his heart light, his dark confidence restored. "Rest up, Elena. Everything is going to be alright. On Saturday, we take back our lives, and we bury Elara Vance forever." "I’m ready," Elena whispered as he stepped out into the hallway. Charlie happily left, his heavy footsteps fading down the stairs as he ran back out into the pouring Chelsea rain

Sansom laughs as Charlie struggles against the man holding her, “You and me both, woman. He ran away, and now no one can find him.” Charlie blinks then smiles widely, and starts laughing. “What’s so funny?” She shakes her head, “I know where they are. And I’ll never tell you. I’d rather die, but I’m pretty sure you’ll die before I do, you Vampire Bastard!” He gets up in her face, leering at her. She smiles, he backhands her again.

I couldn’t sleep anyway, I’d be better off helping the others downstairs and I had a big hint that Kane wouldn’t be in that room for long. As soon as I swerved into the living room, my annoyance told me that I wasn’t ready for what I saw. Dash and Hilda were seated in the living room, surrounding Charlie who had emptied the contents of the duffel bag and was using some pincers to examine them with illumination from his torchlight. They turned pale when they saw me and reluctantly got on their feet. Charlie didn’t seem to notice because he was nudging his glasses, pointing a flashlight onto what looked like a… was that wolfsbang?

"You chose them over us, son. You chose weakness." Charles's voice shook. "I chose love." Charlie grabbed him by the throat and lifted him. "Then I will end what you love." Jason leaped, teeth bared. He hit Charlie's shoulder. The old leader's eyes flashed-not with pain, but with interest. "Good," Charlie said. "Show me how much you will die for her." The vampire army pushed forward, but something strange happened. A light, soft and blue, spread from the house like water in air. It touched the nearest vampires and they staggered. The baby inside made another noise-a small cry that sounded like a bell.

“Don't you think he should be somewhere near our home? The headquarter also has the map of our territory with all the plans we had made so far regarding our territory and hycwen infestation. We would be giving him too much information readily.” Valencia knew that had been Dominic’s worry all along so she only replied, “Trust me, I got this.” With that, she closed the mind link and looked at Calhoun who was walking in front of them, his bird perched on his shoulder. The sun was well up in the sky and Calhoun was just walking around, observing the forest and the werewolf territory with an amused face. He could sense the presence of werewolves everywhere, the faint scratches on the tree trunks

“Just… not well.” Charlie raised an eyebrow but didn’t call me out. “Well, good luck out there. Try not to die.” “No promises,” I muttered, but I was only half-joking. He stood, stretching his arms over his head with a groan. “I’m heading to class. Try not to get distracted by certain engaged werewolves, yeah?” I nearly choked on my coffee. “What?” Charlie just smirked, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. “Please. You reek of him. And not in the ‘we had a friendly chat’ way.” He winked.