Daryl Walking Dead Novels & Stories

“We don't lock anyone up in this bunker.” I frowned. Mr. Alvaro's gaze turned toward a short young man whose face was very similar to Dylan O'Brien's. The young man grinned nervously. “Sorry, Uncle, I thought Uncle took the woman into custody. The problem is she is a vampire, so I thought—” “Right, you thought!” Mr. Alvaro barked. The people inside the bunker laughed. “And David, why do you have to believe Arga's words? You—!”

They bit their lips; they were distraught! Darryl's eyes were narrowed when he saw the axe approaching him. He had completely lost hope! There was no way he could avoid that! 'That's it… I am afraid I will have to die here today…' Darryl felt a pain in his chest; he couldn’t help looking down at the ground. He saw Daniel hug his wife as he cried his lungs out! 'Father, Mother, I have let you down. I can't take care of you anymore.'

"You got it wrong-" Daryl's laughter stopped me short. He clutched his ribs as he laughed, the corners of his eyes cringing together as it held mine while he kept on laughing. I don't think I said anything funny, and if I didn't already know him, I'd think he had pseudobulbar affect. "You-you thi-nk he would spare you after all you have seen in Dark Wolf? " he managed to let out amidst laughter "You think he would let you walk out of this place alive? He's going to kill you when he gets what he wants, you don't know him,"

They threw massive chunks of brick to the side, uncovering their friend as quickly as possible, but also knowing that their leader was in the middle of the pile, slowly losing any hope of survival. Quincy left Leo to drag Ivan away from the collapsed building and began searching through the debris for Daryl. “Alpha, can you hear me?” he tried to link Daryl, but didn’t get a response. “Daryl, where are you?” He muttered as he rummaged through the pile. As he made his way closer to the center, where the flames burned the highest, he picked up the odor of burned flesh. He removed his shirt and tried to smother out as much as he could, but it was useless. He pushed at the bricks, hoping to shift

Serai spoke, her voice steady, “We’ve conducted a ritual. Vercus’s intentions are clear. He seeks to unlock Jeldon’s spirit from the abyss and unleash his wrath upon us. The time for hesitation is over. The moon goddess has revealed that Daryl is the key. His bloodline carries the strength of Yago Dir Gunther, the first Lycan King. When the time comes, he will be the one to face Vercus.” A ripple of uncertainty swept through the room. Yet the tension in the air wasn’t born of doubt, but of realization. All eyes turned to the doors as they swung open. Daryl entered, his presence commanding and strong. His posture spoke of confidence, his gaze swept over the gathered leaders with an intensity

Daryl. He stepped onto the balcony like he owned it. He was barefoot, wearing nothing but a pair of faded jeans that hung low on his hips. His hair was still damp from his shower, strands falling messily across his forehead. His body looked so effortless. Daryl was the kind of man who didn’t even realize how dangerous he looked. His eyes locked on mine and the easy smirk on his lips disappeared. “What the hell are you doing out here?” he asked, voice sharp. Then his eyes locked on Lyra. “Leave us now.”

I help Delilah to get up off the ground, and I could feel her hesitance has lessened slightly now. "Daryl. I know this is a big ask, but I am leaving the pack soon." I reveal, making his eyes widen and turn to me. I take his hand in mine. "What? Where are you going?" "That she cannot tell you," Zayne cuts in, making Daryl look at him. He seems to tense a little with every step Zayne takes toward us. Zayne eyes Daryl through narrow slits, looking him up and down scrutinizingly before he closes his eyes. He is speaking to his wolf.

Slaughterhouse said as she turned her head searching for her attacker. Then a giant bolder emerges from the ground coated with white star energy. It slammed itself upon Slaughterhouse as she smashed through it. Then Daryl jumped up in the air, super charged his arms, and got ready to attack . " The Ominous dares!” Daryal said while slashing his on top of slaughterhouse . She projected a light blue overshadow around her body and was slammed to the ground. As Daryl feel to the ground, Rick flew from the side and grabbed him before he crashed down.

Daryl was still cautious about who I had contact with. Daryl throws a punch and manages to break Alpha Christians nose, blood dripping down and onto his chest but it doesn’t slow him down as he grabs Daryl and sends him flying across the ground in the opposite direction, as he stands he stares at the forest line, there moving forward were a huge number of wolves and only one I recognised. Hayden.