Glenn Eye Walking Dead Novels & Stories

The sound always made me cringe, but we needed to kill to survive. I moved closer to celebrate her victory; that was when she looked at me with red eyes. Not black but red eyes. Lycans had black eyes, Weres had yellow or golden eyes, and ferals had red eyes. She looked at me and bared her teeth with a roar. The deer's blood dripped on the sides. I stepped back, ready to run. "Momma," I said, afraid. She growled at me. Tears began to sting my eyes because I knew what had happened.

Our success would hinge on Elena Halifax’s ability to peer into the dark. A normal werewolf would clearly see a dead body, a hint of fiery hair resting on its head. I flattened myself against the wall as Elena Halifax walked out onto the small balcony. I could see the whisps of her light hair lifting in the cool breeze. She was peering directly below, right where her son had fallen. Everything was silent for those few moments Elena Halifax peered down at her very much alive son. Crickets could be heard chirping in the distance, branches crunching from the abundant wildlife in the forest around us.

I glanced at Glen, he too was glued to the scene playing out in front of us. “THAT'S ENOUGH!” Cindy yelled, causing me to look back. Florence had her hands on her hips, her face contorted to that of frustration. Cindy stared daggers at her, both were silent seeming to be playing each other. A cold dreadful wind began whooshing past us. Glen felt it too, I felt his panic as he looked behind us. I couldn’t see anything but when I tapped into his mind I could see a black shadow with red eyes. I shivered in fear, turning back around as screaming rang out from the Coven members. I watched horrified as I saw each member’s neck slash open, seemingly from the wind until only Florence, Cindy, Glen, a

And then, she saw them. Figures. Not humans, and not wolves. They moved with a jagged, insect-like grace along the vertical faces of the canyons. They were draped in rags the color of dried blood, and their eyes—wide and pale—did not reflect the light. They were the Glass-Walkers, the descendants of the scouts who had been abandoned in the canyons during the Great Drought. "They're not attacking," Mara whispered, peering through a brass telescope. "They're... following us. Like a funeral procession."

“Teyze, I’m sorry you had to see this. We’ll take it from here. You don’t need to worry.” “We won’t need the ambulance,” I said with a tired voice. “Great,” Kenan muttered as he adjusted the flash on his camera. “Forensics is going to love this.” While Kenan began snapping pictures, I stood and wiped my damp hands on my coat. That’s when I noticed it, something flickered in my peripheral vision. My breath hitched. I turned my head, scanning the darkness between gravestones. Nothing. But then, in the shadows further away, a pair of two glowing yellow eyes blinked open.

Grey looking creatures with ghastly eyes. Their eyes are so dark it’s difficult to point out the iris, their skin are pale and they are thin. They make weak gusty sounds and reveal a horrid set of canine-molars. “Kill her” he orders and they begin to run towards Rachael. She closes her eyes and bite her lip hard as she anticipates her death. She begins to see the memories, those memories that made life worth it. The time she spent with her dad, the many quarrels she had with her mother, college and even high school.

Madelyn mumbled and sighed. ****NEXT MORNING, THE DEATH FOREST**** In the cold and creepy forest, Elena could be seen, her body resting on a tree with her eyes closed. She had been searching for the tree all through the night but had still not found it, just two hours ago, she decided to rest but sleep took her away. She suddenly snapped her eyes opened and it widened when she saw the creatures in front of her. They had human body but their head had many eyes, they were five of them and from how they looked, Elena could tell they were ghouls.

“But if you’re any form of threat to my family, I won’t hesitate to really fucking kill you. Do you understand me?” Lyralei was taken aback because during the shadow wolf fight she could swear all the wolves’ eyes had glowed orange like normal wolves did when their wolves rose to the surface. But Eliasen’s eyes were glowing pure red right now, bright enough to see even in the daylight streaming down between buildings. Do Gerald's eyes glow red also? She's seen his eyes glow gold but red? She wondered what was the story behind such crimson eyes. Eliasen suddenly smiled and shook her head like she hadn’t just threatened murder two seconds ago. “Come on, I’ll show you around,” she said cheerful

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.

"Here we are! It was nice of you to be a witness to how good I could kill another wolf. It was the first time it happened that someone was peacefully watching me taking a life. It felt good but weird at the same. Now, get the hell out of the car. Take that damn head from the trunk and head towards the gate. Make sure to get in. Otherwise, I would kill you!" Glen could not do anything but nod. He opened the door and went to take the head out of the trunk. As soon as he stood with the blood-covered head in his hand, he saw Luca winking at him and pointing to walk towards the gate. Glen did walk like a turtle with his face looking like his brain went outside of Earth. "Walk faster, idiot! You a