Daryl X Rick Novels & Stories

“Unfortunately, I've lost my job. I was wondering if there's a vacancy in your-” “Scram!” Liam exploded, and his first victim was Mr. Gray. Then he turned to Daryl, grabbing him by the collar. “You'd better pray this is a joke. If I investigate and find out you're this girl's father, you'd wish you never returned!” “Bring it on.” Daryl lifted his chin, returning the man's laser gaze. “I'll proudly announce to the world that Lannie's my daughter.” Well, Daryl was taking the drama too far.

“Seriously? Arc, you know I’m responsible for her and nothing else. Why on earth would you think that?” Dillon called Drake’s name. He was now talking to him as a friend, not his boss. Drake knew that his words had caught him off guard because he just stood there looking at him with his mouth open a little bit. Drake leaned back and let his body loosen up as he waited for his answer. Even though he had known Dillon since they were kids, he was still the Alpha, and he didn’t like being questioned. Dillon looked at Drake for a few seconds before laughing. “No, Arc. I only said that because I thought it could help.”

he said, his voice a little strained, and he turned away, disappearing into the crowd. I went to find Marco, bidding him goodbyes and kissing him before leaving. We were in the parking lot, the silence of the night broken only by the distant hum of the party, when I confronted Daryl. "Why are you doing this to me, huh?" I demanded, my voice laced with anger, my frustration boiling over. "I know you still love him, Tyra," Daryl answered, his voice a low rumble that held a hint of pain. We both fell silent, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

Instructor Sorren shouted, and I stood up, letting go of Daryl. Two could definitely play the game.

I answered. Mavis rose her eyebrows at me while Daryl laughed. "Dont worry he's gay." Daryl explained laughing even more. What? "Would you stop telling everyone that?" Ryan just walked into the kitchen. He smiled at Mavis and me. "I'm not gay." Ryan clarified. "Hey no need to be shy about it bro." Daryl said to Ryan whilst patting him on the shoulder. "I am not gay." Ryan stated again gritting his teeth slightly. "But what about that night when you alm-" Daryl was cut off by Ryan who was slightly turning red.

They sent an elemental in after him," Daryl, seated beside her was explaining to them. His voice was gentle, his long fingers steepled before him. "Mike Radley was able to destroy it, somehow, causing the situation to escalate. We underestimated him." Elizabeth nodded, grateful that he had spoken up. Daryl was a warlock fascinated with human biology, able to heal wounds, raise the dead, and create maddening creatures directly out of Chaos itself. He was easily one of the strongest magic users there, and hopefully, it sounded like he was on her side.

said Daryl, a hint of fear in his voice. “Now you’re just flattering me!” replied Christopher with a bitter smile. “Regardless, it won’t be easy for you to capture Gerald and take him away!” added Daryl. “Oh, I’m well aware, Daryl. That’s why I’m going to be showing you a little stunt I’ve prepared. I do wonder if you’re capable enough to withstand it!” said Christopher as he smiled. “A stunt?” asked Daryl as he frowned. As soon as Daryl’s sentence ended, he watched wide-eyed as Christopher’s body turned somewhat translucent. Realizing that it was an after image, Daryl immediately got into a defensive position as Christopher rushed toward him with extreme speed.

In fact, it happened the next day—Dylan was in the middle of a board meeting when Lily barged in, bellowing, "Dylan Sullivan! How dare you take up mistresses! How could you do this to me?!" Dylan's face turned ashen. "Get her out of here!" His secretary rushed up to drag Lily outside, but she yelled maniacally, "It doesn't matter how many women you hook up with! You're impotent! You have necrospermia—I took a sample!" I was watching from a livestream as the entire meeting room turned silent, and laughed gleefully. On the other hand, Dylan was absolutely furious, pointing at Lily as he bellowed, "Get out! You're not my wife yet! You don't get to talk to me like that!"

Varrow turned in time, steel meeting the hardened shadows that flared up around his neck like armor. Harlow’s strike glanced off, but she flowed into the next, slicing low — this one caught, biting into his thigh. Varrow’s growl turned into a grin. “Been wanting to carve you for months.” Two guild fighters flanked her, aiming for Daryl. Daryl didn’t fight them — he used them, yanking one into the path of Killian’s tendrils so the man was dragged screaming toward the fissure. The second hesitated a fraction too long, and Daryl’s stolen dagger buried itself in his ribs.

Very handed over a thick folder, which Roy signed while stroking Cheesy’s arm. “Excellent! This partnership will be the start of something sweet,” said Daryl. “Let’s hope she doesn’t disappoint you, Mr. Roy.” Without looking back, Daryl turned and walked out, followed by Very. But before they got far, a shrill scream rang out from the room behind them. “AAAAAH! DON’T TOUCH ME! DON’T!” Daryl froze in place. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. Very looked at him, alarmed. “Young Master, are you alright?”