Glenn Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Chapter Eighty-Seven Laila POV ONE MONTH LATER Jim finally found jonathan and we were able to find the twins, they were safe and Jim made sure to teach Jonathan a lesson for threatening my family, he was bashed beyond recognition. Mother pleaded with Jim not to kill him and he reluctantly obbeyed. Glen on the other hand had been intercepted by special ops of werewolves. Jim informed us that Gloria had reached out and they tackled Glen and destroyed everything they experimented on and locked him away at a special facility.

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.

Glenn yelled while clutching his nose which dripped with blood. “ I did not do anything! Leave me alone! I haven’t done anything!” Glenn’s brother, Liam shook his head and then rushed into the crowd but no one dared to hide him. Their alpha was utterly insane, if they hid Liam then who knows what he might do to them? He already ruined Rachel and almost snapped Elder Parkinson’s spine into half, if they were not wrong then he was going to kill anyone who came into his path. They ran away from Liam who ran towards them, before the latter could hide, Logan reached out his claws and then stabbed the latter in the back before swiping his claws just as someone did to Levy.

Because of this, Glenn prevented his colleague from elaborating on what had transpired to Kimberly when she inquired about it. As soon as they reached the private area reserved for staff members earlier, Glenn began to describe Alpha Derrick to his colleague in exhaustive detail. His buddy thereafter agreed that he would maintain his silence, to avoid getting on the wrong side of the terrifying Alpha Derrick, of the Nightwalkers pack. As soon as Alpha Derrick had completed his conversation with Glenn, he straightened up and exited the dining area. He pulled out his phone and dialled Mona's number to let her know about the most recent development...

I glance from Glendon to each of his children, the moment that the seriousness of what he has to say hits them overly obvious as they each nod their heads in understanding and follow their father, walking away from me hand in hand with one another. The urge to go with them, the desire to comfort them, is all-consuming, and it takes everything within me to keep my feet planted, knowing that whatever information it is that Glendon is about to relay to them will not be good. ‘They will be okay,’ my wolf says, trying to be reassuring, but I can’t help the lead weight in my gut that tells me that their world is fixing to be rocked. Needing a distraction, I turn back towards the carnage littering

I pull some bills from my billfold and drop them on the table before I empty my glass of beer and join my chancellor. We wander through the city, trying to kill time until sundown. Most of me wants to throw all caution to the wind, and just attack the church, get the Prime Minister and torture the answers out of him, but I keep reminding myself that there’s no way I’ll get out alive, and I’m no use to my family when I’m dead. “I can’t just keep walking like this,” Glenn says. “I need to do something.” I glance at the sun. “Only a few more hours. I sent Willow's guard to gather the city wolves.”

Audrey and a small team of Smoke-Walkers—whose wolf-blood provided a high metabolic resistance to the pheromones—had to crawl through the city’s secondary ducts, which were already being choked by white, spider-web-like fungi. In the dark of the vents, Audrey encountered a "Drowned" man—a Glass-Walker who had been taken by the forest weeks ago. He stood in the ventilation shaft, his skin replaced by thick bark, his eyes glowing with a soft, bioluminescent amber. He didn't attack; he just stood there, a living statue.

As Vincent's soft breathing turned into light snores, I carefully reached for his phone, pressing his finger against the sensor to unlock it. His messages with Emma Ortega popped up immediately. Vincent: [Good news—Sophia might be pregnant. Once we get the baby's umbilical cord blood, you'll be cured.] Emma: [Really? That's amazing! When I'm healthy again, what do you plan to do with her and the child?] Vincent: [Don't worry. Once everything is over, I'll send them away. They won't interfere with your life.]

Steven from Crimson Peak Pack told him, “Because you ain’t getting any of those on the battlefield.” “I know, I know! Which is why I need to get as much sleeps as I can before I’m forced to spend the night in a pond of icy mud or on tree branches…Hey Glen! Where are you going?” Jeff called out to Glen, who was walking to the opposite direction from them. “I got a call from the girl I met in the bar last night,” Glen waved his phone and chuckled. “Later, boys!” His long hair flew as he marched down the pavement in long strides.

His soul shivered, and it felt like it was about to be torn apart. "Stop! I admit defeat, Chase Collins! I lost! Stop this! I don't want to die!" Glenn screamed hysterically. He was the patriarch of the Starks. He held great power and was a wealthy man, but he had never seen such a frightening sight.