Eugene Walking Dead Comic Book Novels & Stories

she said, laughing sardonically. “MAX!” Loud shouts and growls echoed inside the abandoned warehouse. Rushing steps came closer and louder. Under the lighting, a large beast came. Kelly approached the guest. Meanwhile, on the corner, Eugene woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw Max’s father, the former Alpha of the Holmes. “Hmmmf! Hmff!” Eugene shouted. The large wolf turned his head to Eugene. He was surprised to see another child. A werewolf that doesn’t look like a werewolf. Just what Eugene is?

As if sensing that the name just called wasn't meant for him, the hyper-sensitive cat jumped off Eugene's lap and went away. "What happens now?" Eugene asked the empty air, still crouched against the wall. But there was no one to answer, and Eugene himself couldn't find an answer. He had witnessed a murder, performed oral sex on the murderer, met the murderer's grandfather, gone to the murderer's candy store, almost received candy and money as gifts from the murderer, and been escorted home by the murderer. And he had almost been kissed. Would this ridiculous, jumbled, incomprehensible story end here? Or would it continue?

“No need. You stay and rest. I’ll let you know if anything happens.” With that, he picked up the call and hurried out of the bedroom. A moment later, the front door closed with a sharp thud. Adora stood frozen in place, dazed. Eugene had always been terrified of death, yet he chose to end his life by slitting his wrists, watching his own blood drain out and feeling his life slip away bit by bit. The pain, the despair... No matter what he had done in the past, in that moment, it all dissolved into nothing.

“You can walk away. Take your brother and disappear into the industrial sectors where the Houses don’t look too closely. Survive however you can.” “And you?” Amon asked. “I’m seeing this through. With or without help.” I touched the portfolio. “Eugene died trying to free humanity from the Houses’ control. I’m not letting his work die with him.” “That’s remarkably noble for someone who was a corporate CEO three months ago,” Fabian said, but there was no mockery in his voice. Just curiosity.

"Eugene is dead! A winning for the society!" My mouth parted open as I heard the nurses chuckled at Venus' statement. I looked at her, shocked and totally caught off guard with the news. "Are you kidding me? How? How d-did that happen?" Her lips pursed as she sport a proud smirk on her face. "I'm sorry because this might sound totally mean since wishing someone's death is horrible. But Eugene totally deserved that! He's a living demon!" "Yeah, I mean... how did he die? He was just threatening to kill me a few hours ago."

“How do you feel? Do you need me to get a doctor?” Eugene turned to look at her in a daze when he heard her voice. The empty look in his eyes suddenly became filled with life. A bitter smile appeared on his face. He had gone to hell and came back only to see Eva being the one by his side. As for those parasites, Pamela and Queenie… Eugene shook his head hard to get them out of his mind. His voice was fleeting and bitter. “I never thought that you’d be the one to treasure family ties when things get bad.”

Now the ground beneath him was soaked with the price of that arrogance. Arnold stood over him silently. Cold. Unmoved. Eugene struggled to breathe where he lay sprawled in the dirt. Blood leaked from his mouth with every weak laugh. Because somehow… he was still laughing. The sound was wrong. Unstable. Like his mind had cracked before his body did. This was the end. Everyone around them knew it. One strike. One clean hit. And Eugene would die. But Arnold did not move yet. Not because of mercy. Because he wanted Eugene awake for this.

Third Person POV Eugene had agreed to end the war. The death of Herold was his way of making sure the pack would prosper. While both Gabriel and Fernadez wanted him to answer for the death of the Alpha, they both agreed that the nation was in mourning and the treaty was more important. Later, Gabriel mentioned to Olivia that due to the fact that Eugene was both a werewolf and a vampire, he would be strong enough to take everyone out in the room. They did not want to there to be any more bloodshed.

Then, the front door of the lounge opened, and my heart completely stopped. Eugene walked in. He wasn't wearing his usual corporate suits. Instead, he wore dark jeans and a forest green turtleneck shirt that hugged his broad, muscular chest perfectly. He looked commanding, mature, and devastatingly handsome. When he claimed it was a coincidence and casually walked over to the bar with his two friends, my entire body went on high alert. My eyes followed his every move, my breath hitching as I watched the fabric of his shirt stretch across his shoulders.

Abram just smiled and turned to look at Marcy. “Knowing my boss, I know she might have kicked some asses already, we all are just worried about her for notice. She takes those fights as adventures.” Eugene said, looking at all them. Eric scoffed, he wondered how they could joke about something like someone's life, his wife's life. Abram scoffed, Avery that can barely kill an ant, is killing humans, that's hard to believe. Just then Eugene's laptop made a beeping noise. Luck immediately rushed to him.