Glenn Eye Walking Dead Novels & Stories

The head rolled into the underbrush, but the body… didn’t stop. It crawled forward on its hands, dragging itself toward them with a grotesque determination. “Run!” Joel barked. But Elora didn’t move. Because beyond the writhing mass of dead, in the darkness between the trees, two golden eyes were watching her. They were not hollow. Not dead. Burning. Her breath hitched. She knew those eyes. Kerric. He stepped forward until the moonlight traced the hard lines of his face. No smile. No charm. Just cold, deliberate intent.

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

She was angry, and she was ready to take back what was hers. "Elena! Your eyes!" Gail yelled. Elena looked in the mirror over the fireplace to see her eyes shining a cold, hard silver. And just like that, it was gone. She looked at her aunt for a brief second before darkness overtook her, and she passed out in the chair.

“Your heart beats for wolves. For her.” “Correction,” I said, “my heart beats for one woman. The rest of you can choke.” Her eyes narrowed. “You are brave with chains.” “I’m brave without them, too. Want a demonstration?” One of the undead lurched closer, stockier than most. A hunter I recognized. Name started with a G. Greg? George? Didn’t matter. He was dead and smelled like damp death. I stared into his clouded eyes. “How’s the afterlife treating you? Better dental plan? More vacation time?”

All I could do was turn it to the side and watch as death came for me. Right before darkness overtook me, I saw four black wolves running towards us. They were bigger than the last three wolves. I was surprised when they started attacking the last two wolves of death. Granted, it is possible that I am hallucinating. As darkness came over me, the last thing I saw were glowing blue eyes walking towards me. Luke’s POV

He believed every word I said, just like how I once believed he'd remain loyal to me forever. But based on how things have progressed until now, we were no longer the same version of ourselves when we first met. Marcus started panting heavily all of a sudden. His eyes teared up as well. He rushed up to me and hugged me. "Stop talking about it, Jo! Please, just stop talking about it! You won't die! I won't let you die!" I shoved Marcus away in response. I watched impassively as he collapsed onto the spread of glass shards on the floor.

Their eyes were wide and desperate, glinting in the firelight even as the life inside ebbed away. “WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE!” Sven screamed, his hands planted to his temples. Ryan threw his cups to the side and started retching. “Quinn!” Mireille screamed but her grey eyes were wide and fixed on the bodies. She was stuck in the middle. Fallen hats and gloves everywhere. Flailing hands grabbing at her ankles and calves, trying to drag her down with them as they spasmed towards death. Like Brody the convulsions were brutal, jerking and rough. I had to take my gaze from Oscar’s blood filled eyes and pay attention. My wolf snapped into high alert as I realised the slobbering Ryan was heading

“Take Katherine and Sky to the pack. I will have Tristan, Glenn, and Zeke help me track down the feral rogues. Maybe I should call Elena. She has many connections all over Romania.” Glenn, who had been quiet until now, asks Tatiana, “Elena Albu, the vampire huntress?” “That Elena,” Tatiana replies. “You do know how much she hates Cosasi Vampires, right?” Glenn questions Tatiana. Are Tristan, Glenn, and Zeke Cosasi Vampires? Not being able to see the color of their eyes is a big disadvantage.

“I’ve seen her naked many times and jerked myself off to the images embedded in my mind. She has a mole just under her left breast and-” “Hold his fucking head still!” Using all my strength, I press Flynns' head into the ground as Nathanial plucks his eyes out with the tip of my knife. Flynn roars in agony, thrashing about. Holden saunters across the warehouse, turns his Bluetooth speaker on and blasts Burn It To The Ground by Nickelback. His all-time favourite anthem to blast when we are killing someone. As Nathanial pops out Flynns’ right eye, I watch it roll across the floor, leaving a bloody trail behind it.

Cassandra hits the creature but the Undead keeps Roseanne at a deathly grip, not letting go. “Food…” It snarls and bares its fangs. The Undead’s real stench of rotten onions hit Roseanne’s nostrils and she is disgusted. She thrashes and hits the Undead but to no avail. “Food-” Suddenly, the Undead is knocked away by a sheer force. Roseanne is released and she coughs. Looking up, she sees the large silver wolf with blood red eyes. The eyes which meet hers. “It is time,” the voice in Roseanne’s head whispers. “Save him, Roseanne. Save him!”