Glen From Walking Dead Novels & Stories

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...

Jennifer demanded, her tone sharp yet restrained. Frederick tried to evade the question. "Uh… I…uh, talked sense into him, and he suddenly saw the light. Do you believe me?" Jennifer arched an eyebrow. "If this was before, I definitely wouldn't believe you. But since you managed to escape Glen unscathed, you definitely didn’t clash with him!" She assumed that if Glen, the young master of one of the Great Four Warrior Clans, truly wanted Frederick dead, Frederick wouldn't have lasted this long. The only plausible explanation was that Frederick had indeed successfully persuaded Glen.

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.

Glen was a good man, and his uncle was really cool too, since he lived on Astoria he had never felt so happy and he loved his life here, of course he missed his parents but he tried not to think too much about them. When he turned 18, his uncle by chance enrolled him in the Academy of Catara where he met Glen again and since then they had kept a good relationship. Glen knew that he wanted to avenge the deaths of his parents and that he wouldn’t hesitate to fight and kill demons for that. He had already shared with him all the knowledge he had about demons and he had also managed to unmask 3 spies sent by the demon god to kill those who could be strong enough to be the reincarnation of the go

"There is this wall around his thoughts. I've only know a few people that are one strong enough to create walls in their heads and two consciously aware enough to try and build one. You, Dad, and Walter are only a few of them and there have only been about twelve and all of those were all Shifters, Leopards. He's just a dying mortal, they are supposed to be weak and I can't read him!? He's literally blocking me. " "But...." Glen began assimilating herself to her sons troubling discoveries. "I've never seen you be affected by someone who's thoughts you can't even touch." she said making a statement and a question to him at the same. She once more captured his fist and instead of trying to un-

Gloria walked around the table and up to her. “If I can do it, then you should be able to do it. Or someone from his little posse.” “Gwen, I want you to do it.” Gloria rested her hand on Gwen's shoulder. “They need help out there.” Gwen gestured to the outside through the glass door. “They are cleaning up bodies and such. I’m sure they need help combing the area to find more bodies. It won’t be fun to one day come across a rotting corpse no one knew was there.”

The man putting the poultice on her stomach said. He carefully helped her sit up, wrapping bandages around her stomach. She looked down and realized that her breasts had been modestly covered by the cloak she had been given, and it relaxed her. "Who beat you?" The cold voice came from the man who was glaring at her, his eyes filled with rage. "M-my brother, Seth." Her voice was weak and raspy, but she did her best to talk clearly. "I-I don't even know your names." "I'm Glen. I'm the healer and herb specialist for the Hunters." The man wrapping her abdomen said, bowing his head. "And he is Liam. He forgets proper manners sometimes, but once he warms up to you, you won't notice."

A look of surprise and shame crossed his face before he stalked past Glen towards me. “NO! YOU CAN'T HURT THEM!” Glen screamed, tears had been falling from his eyes. He grabbed Aamon’s arm in desperation before he snarled back at flung him away. I gasped as Glen hit the ground with a thud, anger flaring inside me. “Kill him!”

With a sharp hiss of pressurized air and the grinding of metal, he pulls the headpiece away, the face beneath emerging from the shroud of the mist. My heart stops. The world tilts, and the blood drains from my face. It is Glenn Ashwalker. My beta. My trusted childhood friend who taught me how to track through the marshes, how to sharpen my blade, and how to hold my head high when the pack looked down on me. He looks at me, his face devoid of the warmth. I remember, his eyes cold, hollow, and devoid of any recognition. He is the image of a man who has traded his soul for a seat at the table of power. He raises his blade, the tip pointing directly at Daryl’s throat, but his eyes those familiar

I just wanted him to live well. But once Glen made up his mind, that's it. He wouldn't listen. I never imagined Caroline would show up right then. Glen's guard was down. She drove a silver dagger into his chest and ripped out his heart with her bare hands. "No!" I lunged forward, grabbing his cold body. "Caroline, you psycho bitch! Why did you kill him?!" I tried to stand. Tried to drag myself at her. My body wouldn't move. I was too weak.