Novel & Cerita Glen From The Walking Dead

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.

As a rogue, she has skills pack wolves couldn't dream of, not to mention her new Goddess abilities. UNKNOWN POV. "The lines were triggered, boss. Whatever it is, it's moving fast," Glen says as he barges into my office unannounced. "Knock it out and put it with the others. And stop bothering me with stupid shit," I growl, shuffling through pointless letters that have fallen on deaf ears. "Boss. It's glowing. Glowing like the fucking moon," Glen says with emphasis. I glare at him. "So catch it. Knock it out and leave," I say

Glen's stomach tightened. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Most children would have hidden beneath their blankets. Pretended not to see. Pretended not to know. But Glen wasn't most children. Quietly, he grabbed his mother's old binoculars from the wardrobe. Then returned to the window. The camera inside the SUV came into focus. So did the driver's face. The moment Glen saw him, his heart nearly stopped. Because he recognized the man. The stranger wasn't a stranger. He had seen him before.

She looked at me like I'd just grown a second head. "That was to help you wake up," I said, looking down at her. "This is the Blackthorn packhouse, not your personal theater for sob stories. Pack up the cheap drama. It's pathetic." "Elena! Go to hell!" Glen finally snapped. He roared and lunged at me, his fingers already shifting into claws aimed right for my throat. "What the hell is going on in here?" A booming voice thundered from the entrance. A group of people marched in, led by Luna Hannah and a few pack elders.

I can’t tell as well; not with their eyes glowing and fur surrounding their face. ‘What happened?’ Father’s voice is calm, a polar opposite of his appearance. I try to make mine like his, ‘It appears Ronn, Edril and Allos took on a whole squad of their number’. Argell’s sight shifts to Ronn behind me and back again. ‘Where’s Edril? And Allos?’ I try to swallow, but it’s suddenly hard to do so. Blood. All I can smell is blood. Time seems to slow down as Gylen walks towards us, carrying the covered body in his arms. His face is grave, sullen. Vengeful. He doesn’t so much as looks at me or Elwyn, as he drops Allos carefully on the ground.

The Astrid from Moon—' Glen coughs after Zenith strikes him across the head. 'Not another word, Glen,' Zenith snaps. His tone is deep and creepy. I jump back in fright. Zenith watches me back away slowly. 'Please don't mind Glen here. He forgets his manners sometimes, and I need to remind him,' he says, trying to calm me. 'Take him back to the basement!' He snaps. Glen and Dan put the calico bag back over the man's head and drag him out of the office toward the elevator. I watch in horror and jump when a hand gently squeezes my shoulder. It's James.

It hadn’t cooled since Glenn appeared. Glenn turned toward me. His dark eyes scanned me from head to toe, lingering on the torn fabric at my throat. Something flickered across his face—but it was too fast to name—before his expression settled back into that controlled calm. “You’re hurt,” he said. I swallowed. My throat felt raw. “I’m fine.” Zea finally moved. She stepped between us, knife now in her hand. “Who the hell are you?” Glenn didn’t even look at her. His eyes stayed on me. “Someone who was passing by.”

But I was surprised when Sky pulled me into his embrace. "I knew you weren't okay, yet I didn't comfort you as you needed me to because my mind was occupied with Riff. I'm so sorry," he whispered as tears rolled down my cheeks. "I am also sorry for not comforting you or just taking your hand," Glen said, then moved his hand to my back, rubbing it gently. "I have a lot of connections. My company has many supernatural beings that owe me favors, so finding your parents will be a piece of cake. I swear to the moon goddess we will find them, whether they are dead or alive," he said seriously.

“I am Glenn. This is Elias, Daniel, Darius and Donald.” During the chaos and fear of the night before, they had all seemed as one to me, brother beasts, with glowing amber eyes. Now, in the morning light, I could see the subtle differences. Glenn was the oldest and the clear leader of the pack. He was tall with ink-black hair tinged with silver and had a forthright manner. Elias was the brawniest of the five and by far the angriest. His massive chest was covered in thick swirls of chestnut hair. He seemed the most beast-like. Donald had yet to speak. He was tall and sinewy. His hair was a light brown which only emphasized the amber of his eyes.

Coraline explained, and a sad smile appeared on Glen's face. "Maybe I would have," the vampire said.... "I've been living here for so long I forgot how to feel..." She muttered... "That is why we need your help... You hate the lycan as much as we do. " The smile on Gwen's face immediately disappeared... she had an inkling already of what coraline was driving at, and she didn't want to be any part of it... if she wanted to, she wouldn't be living in the middle of nowhere and away from trouble...