Conquer Walking Dead Novels & Stories

For all I know, I have tried my best to make sure that both packs grow to become the best with all the infrastructure, facilities and even economically. But I have a brother who only thinks of spending the money that comes from all the revenue located to him on his so-called girlfriend, and that is what I’m not gonna let happen before he takes over the throne. You would have to kill me first, which is almost impossible to do. Completely rushed out, dressed in my wall, Apparel my sword, in one hand and my guns trapped in the tilt belt, whoever chooses war must be ready to fight, and I am ready to fight, even without choosing I stood at the edge of the battlefield, my heart pounding in my ches

Theodora asked. "That's what the patrolling unit reported." Liam replied with uncertainty vivid in his face. "Are you boys looking for me, Aurora of the conclave?" Aurora walked out from the woods in front of them along with Damien, her second in command for the daywalkers, John, and James who was carrying a backpack filled with blood bags. Theodore and his men's keen werewolf senses instantly caught the slight smell of corpses that followed them, there was no doubt they were daywalking vampires, their mortal enemies.

“Cassia, why?” Veyra’s blade hums, her wraiths closing in, Renn’s sobs echoing, Maddox’s shadows faltering. The cave’s crystals dim, the ritual broken, but my Convergence form glows, untainted, the blade’s runes singing true. I’m the Convergence—bridge or ruin—and as Cassia’s life slips, Veyra’s forces tighten their grip, I face the cost of purity: a friend’s sacrifice, a traitor’s aid, and a war I may not survive.

But should we turn our back on either one of these, then we will face almost a certain death. But just as I am about to question the whereabouts of Ethan, I see him coming through the door in a battle with a Werewolf himself. I look at Connor and only but shake my head, "Why is the man coming through the back door?" "Because he has a death wish, but at least it tells us that there are not any more of them coming from this side." And with one man standing at protection from the back, Connor and I turn our back on Anastasia and them with the confidence that they will hold off the Vampires until we can make our way through the group of Werewolves.

These forest werewolves were the ones who had taken Stacie’s life, their savagery etched into Claud’s memory like a festering wound. From his hidden vantage point, Claud observed with a cold intensity. He studied the forest werewolves’ movements, noting their numbers-just five in total. They were strong, but Claud knew he was stronger. His transformation into a werewolf had granted him their savage abilities, but tonight he relied solely on his human prowess honed to perfection. Claud’s hands curled into fists as he watched, his elemental powers simmering beneath the surface. He planned his approach meticulously, mapping out his path through the warehouse district. With swift and silent prec

"How could you do this!" Just as the situation escalated, Connor walked in. He didn't waste much time, giving those men a cold, menacing glare. His presence was so intimidating that they hesitated and backed away. "Get out!" Connor said coldly. His voice, low but commanding, echoed through the café. Those few people exchange glances and hastily retreat. As they left, I quickly checked Nancy's injury. Her arm got scraped, with blood slowly oozing out. The blood alerted me, for I knew how vulnerable humans are compared to werewolves. Even a small wound could become serious due to infection.

The Night Walkers must always have each other's backs. Jake moved like the wind, swift and precise steps until he was in front of one of the Scourge's hideouts. He remembered the barricade placed the last time he was here with Carla, so he stretched out his hands to check. "I guess it's my lucky day", he said as he made a quick prayer while he walked in. It seemed to have been abandoned. There was no sign of a werewolf or vampire, but his instincts urged him to. He saw a dark, dusty room that had a strong stench of death and walked into it.

How futile her efforts, how pathetic in the scheme of things. She didn’t regret a thing. Then she saw Connor and his brother, Finn, and her heart skipped a beat. If it had been the latter trying to kiss her in the arbour she may have put up less resistance. But the self-named warlord had a reputation for being as brutal as her father, if not more so. As black as his hair and beard, it seemed he was intent on becoming a monster. Would his brother insist he protect Grace? That was all she cared about.

After that, I led Joyce back to our car. After the shopping spree, I chose not to let Walmart deliver the goods to my doorstep. Instead, I had the employees fill the car up with the food that I bought. After all, the neighbors would definitely suspect that something was going on if they were to notice the haul that I brought home. After the zombie outbreak, the most terrifying thing in the world wasn't the virus itself, but rather the dark side of humanity. Many survivors died in the hands of their allies during the early stage of the outbreak.

Visibility kept collapsing in ugly cycles. On the upper risers, the Werewolf Queen walked into view and stopped where her pack could see her. She held her head high, eyes bright with confidence. “What would you have us do?” she called, voice carrying. The Direwolf’s laugh scraped low. “We should kill them all,” he said. “Not play with them.” Gallus answered with a blast of spray and a hard hit of sound through the sails—enough to rattle glass and make the ribs of the building complain.