Glenn Eye Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Wood splinters rained across the room as the doors were kicked off their hinges. A massive, towering figure filled the doorway. He was covered in blood that wasn't his, his shirt shredded, his chest heaving. His eyes were glowing with a gold light so intense it was blinding. Deacon. He didn't look at me. He looked straight at Glenda. And boy his stare was deadly. Eyes gleaming with a hint of gold. It was murderous and his wolf was just as furious as he was. The growl that tore from his throat was so deep, so primal, that the windows in the bedroom rattled in their frames. It wasn't a warning. It was a death sentence.

the human essence within wolf Blake silently spoke. The fight changed drastically as Glenn involuntarily turned human. His body twisted, reflecting the sudden transformation. Confusion flickered across his face with the sudden shift. His veins pulsed with sensations of weakness and confusion, leaving him starkly exposed to his human vulnerability. “Liza, why are you standing there? Help me,” Glenn’s eyes pleaded as he caught sight of his ally. Blake’s wolfish teeth penetrated Glenn's soft human skin.

My eyes scanned the words: Keiran Ackerman of the Blood Moon Pack Protector of the Realm, Executioner of the Special Order. I swallowed hard. This wasn’t just any Gamma. This man was someone feared, someone who had killed for duty—probably without hesitation. The realization sent a fresh wave of panic through me. I needed to leave. Now. But before I could take another step, a sound made my blood run cold. A low growl. I turned slowly, my breath hitching in my throat. A pair of glowing eyes stared back at me from the shadows.

I inched forward until I could just make out the words. “…saw him again last night,” one of them whispered, folding a sheet slowly between her arms. “At the edge of the tree line.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” Elna muttered. “No one goes near the dead lands. Not unless they’ve got a death wish.” “I’m telling you, I saw him,” the younger woman insisted. “Yellow eyes. Not golden. Not brown. Yellow like a burn. Just… staring. I couldn’t move. It was like he looked right through me.”

His eyes fixed on something over my shoulder, his jaw dropping in sheer terror. "He... he's..." Mason stammered, stumbling backward. I spun around. On the bed, the "dead" Alpha’s fingers twitched against the silk sheets. Slowly, with the weight of a mountain moving, Ethan Carter opened his eyes—and they were glowing a lethal, predatory gold.

But I could see the strain in his eyes, the way his body shook every time he fired. When the last of the infected had been taken down, Ethan didn’t stand tall as usual. He collapsed onto his knees, gasping for air as if he had just run a marathon. I rushed to him, my heart racing in my chest. "Ethan, stay with me," I said, kneeling beside him. He didn’t respond right away, his breaths shallow and labored. When he finally looked up at me, his eyes were glassy. "I’m fine," he whispered, though his voice was barely above a croak.

He - who left her unarmed, frightened, still not really able to do anything! Blind hatred boiled up in her soul and the girl brought down her outstretched hand on the ghoul's head. I managed to notice that his face was no longer swollen, and his lips were blue. But the eyes... the eyes were still cloudy, dead. In the next instant, a dim blue light shone from the fist that fell on the walker's head. It ran through the body of the undead in thin waves, piercing it from head to toe.

I wished I was closer to Glenn, so I could pinch her awake. "Your worst nightmare." He said, and then everything went black. I screamed and ran to turn on the very bright room lights. I was sweating profusely and panting like a scared dog. "Glenn! Glenn? Glenn please, wake up!" I called out, as I ran over to Glenn's bedside and tapped her hurriedly, watching the room. When I looked at Glenn's face, she was half monster, half zombie, and she caught and bit into my left arm as I screamed loudly and woke up with a start to find myself standing.

Nor can I walk away. I hear and see it all. The green-gold glow of Maddie’s eyes intensify each time she activates something else on her remote and the rogue belches out another wave of pain. My eyes shift over to Bruno and the other man, neither are doing anything, other than watching their Alpha torture this man to death. Both of their eyes are glowing silver, revealing Jackson and the other man’s wolf are front and center to watch and… enjoy?... this horrid scene playing out before my eyes.

The glow in the creature’s dead eyes flickered once. Then twice.