Glenn Walking Dead Novels & Stories

It was a realm where the weak faltered and the strong triumphed, where the relentless pursuit of power defined their existence. As anticipated, Jake emerged on the horizon, driving his trusty blue pickup truck with Chuck by his side. The expression on Chuck's face revealed his astonishment at the sight of Glenn, whose presence he had not expected. Turning to Jake, Chuck asked, "What does this mean, Jake? Why is Glenn here?"

Elf waiters made red moon inn unique. He held up the tiny shots to our faces with creepy smile. "No thanks, but we don't drink." Gwen declined politely. I quickly took a shot and downed it. Take one Gwen, it's a criteria for going through the door." I lied. The door was guarded by yet another pair of wolves. They were both huge. One of them had a scar running from across his left eye to his chin."I..I had no idea." She said. She was quite flustered as she complied and took a drink the elf handed out to her. Reluctantly she downed the bitter liquid and popped the cup back on the tray. I winked at the elf, he beamed slightly at me in return as he left.

suggested Nolan helpfully while sipping on his red wine. “ Yes, exactly,” pointing his cutlery at his brother, Daniel exclaimed. “ When Glenn targeted our pack no one found that guy, he was like some haunting spirit, we only heard sounds and screams of those he was after but when we rushed there, only bodies were found and he wasn’t caught…not once, did I saw his face throughout the entire mess.” Yeah, this was something that he have figured out on his own.

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.”

“We’ve got it from here.” Glenn studied me for a long moment. The air still felt heavy and compressed. Like his presence refused to leave even though he stood in the ruined doorway. Finally he stepped back into the hallway. “Lock what’s left of the door,” he said. “And stay inside tonight.” Then he turned and walked down the stairs. No rush. No looking back. His footsteps faded the same way the enforcer’s had, but they left a completely different feeling behind. Zea slammed what remained of the door shut. It didn’t close properly. The frame was destroyed. She wedged a chair under the handle and turned to me.

The truth is too large for a damaged stairwell. They finish the search. There is nothing. No node. No equipment. No committee cache tucked beneath the rubble. Only municipal records turned to pulp and one extremely determined filing cabinet that has survived the apocalypse out of professional spite. They log the dead end and leave. The walk home becomes easy again. Lighter now. Dusk settles over the ruined road, softening broken roofs and burned vehicles until, from a distance, the world almost looks peaceful. Near the gate, with the base already visible through the trees, Eli speaks.

“Are…you…are you going to…to kill me?” I closed my eyes as I awaited his response. Not daring to breathe, I felt lightheaded and frightened. “That depends on your obedience,” said Glenn. I opened my eyes and met his stern glare. “Did you kill the others? Those who came before me?” “Their fate is none of your concern. Worry about yourself,” grumbled Elias. “Enough talking. You have had your turn, Glenn. She is mine now.” “Wait! No!”

Everyone dropped our eyes to the ground, mourning for the two werewolf guardians. Guilt stabbed my heart, unable to dare to see Glenn feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. I know no words can comfort him at the moment. So we let him express all his sadness and frustrations until no tears come out of his eyes. "Let's go." Glenn proposed. He stood up and wiped the tears that flood his face. "I want to make sure their bodies are still intact when we got back to the pack village." Glenn glanced at me, seeking my approval even without saying the words. So I nodded. The werewolf guardians deserved to be mourned properly, along with the pack and their families.

She was the one who had proposed it, too. “Dee! Dee!” Glenna burst into her room. She swiped away the dewdrops on her coat, her eyes blinking, and cried, “Earth to Deirdre! I’ve been calling for you from outside for a while now! You gave no responses that I really thought you went back to sleep.” “No.” Deirdre wiped her face and rose from her bed. “Let’s go.” “Yay!” Glenna chirped excitedly. “I heard that Brendan’s up. You might be able to talk to him when you see him in the ward.”

“What’s going on?” Standing behind Kate, his face largely obscured by the shadows was a man. Olaf lifted a lantern high and his face was revealed. Platinum blonde hair, a new scruffy beard and piercing blue eyes. Glenn. By this time Alpha Frank and Luna Madeline scuffled their way out onto the porch, obviously not in as great a hurry as me to find the cause of my mate’s cry. Rhett stood next to me as we both went forward together. “Glenn!” I cried, as he raised a hand as if warning us to keep our distance.