Hershel's Daughters Walking Dead Novels & Stories

“I’m from the Thunder pack. You guessed that I came from royalty. Well, yes, you were right. I am the daughter of Dalton and Alexa. I’m Lucia Hills.” “Oh gosh.” Pearl stood to her feet. Fear lingered in her eyes. “Alexa and Dalton were killed by rogue werewolves; news spread quickly. Their entire pack was wiped out.” “Yes.” I nodded firmly. “You’re right.” I smiled sadly as events of that day played in my head, causing a heavy feeling to sit in my chest. “But you’re wrong about a few things, and one of them is that my mom is alive.” “Oh, wow.” She laughed without humor. “This is…this is a lot.”

Her voice came from behind an overturned table. I ran and reached her. She pressed against the wall, blood on her forehead, Moonbane blade shaking in her hands. Three younger packmates huddled behind her. “Mom!” Her voice broke. “They came through the walls. Helena tried to fight—” “Where is she?” Erica pointed. Helena leaned against the far wall, hand pressed to her side. Blood seeped through her fingers. Above her stood a woman who looked like the Vessel’s twin: same height, same cruel poise.

he murmured, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't fight the grin spreading across my face. "Careful, Nightshade. Your charm's showing." "Can't help it," he retorted, pulling me closer. "You bring it out in me." As our lips met in a tender kiss, I marveled at how right this felt. Me, the daughter of Lucifer, tangled up with a vampire. It was absurd, impossible—and absolutely perfect. When we finally broke apart, I rested my forehead against his, basking in the contentment that radiated through every fiber of my being. For once, I wasn't itching to run, to chase the next thrill. I was exactly where I wanted to be.

His terror was a living thing as he sprinted toward Silverblood territory, trees blurring around him. But the other vision... A stone cell. Iron shackles. A woman with matted silver-streaked hair suddenly snapping upright, her hazel eyes - my eyes - widening as our souls brushed. Daughter. The word vibrated through our bond an instant before my back arched off the ground. Something inside me tore. (Malcolm's POV) Her dying scent hit me first. I crashed through the Silverblood gates to find Eris holding Davina's limp form, his scarred hands slick with her blood. The birthing furs were soaked crimson, the air thick with the coppery stench of hemorrhage.

The girl grinned and added, "First off, my name is Freda, and I'm a royal blood soldier. As for the thing I wanted you to see back then, it was just something I remembered; they were vampire hybrids. The beast we must eliminate For all of those creatures, we must hunt them all. They had been hiding for too long, but now that their leader was wook up, they would be wandering around waiting for the damn woman to give them the power of eternity to live in this world you have to stop them before they end this world in their hands. " "I don't understand. They seemed dangerous. And the power of eternity? How?" "They were hazardous, yes. They were wolves, vampires, and witches' adversaries. However

Although they were all in the same sect as Herschel, they never knew that he was this powerful. Wasn’t this the equivalent of a godlike attack? After the sword fell against Alex, Herschel snorted softly. He didn’t even look at Alex. In his eyes, Alex was already a dead man. Indeed, from everyone’s perspective, Alex must be dead. He wasn’t making a sound, and he wasn’t breathing. In fact, his heart wasn’t even beating. At that moment, Luna felt her heart aching in pain. “Kill them all!” “Leave this demonic woman to me!” Herschel ordered the people from Hygieia Valley. After that, he turned to look at Luna. An odd black color appeared in his eyes.

he replied while taking a deep breath"i saw my father,or so i guess" "what! your father? how? thought your mom said he died or did you find his corpse there?" i was really confused. "There's more to that bro"shield replied"he is alive,i think.more to that he said he's some kind of greek god or something called Hermes" "woah! you mean Hermes the god of speed .mmm that'll explain a lot. But thought the gods were myths,and how did he get to meet your mom? How come he is in that tomb and can't come out?" I bombarded shield with questions

he whispered. Wanda and Carmen walk toward them. “What are you talking about Dad?” asked Kai. “Wanda, look, she is alive?” he said. “What do you mean by she is alive?” asked Carmen. “Wanda, it’s Althea’s and Tyler’s daughter, why didn’t you recognize her>” he screamed. “What?” she asked in disbelief. “Yeah I am 100 percent sure, she is his daughter,” he said while looking into her eyes. “How come you say that?” she asked in disbelief. Hazel was looking at him in disbelief.

Summer got nervous as she saw Sarah's eyes reddening. She suddenly realized something. "You've found Sienna? Why won't she donate her bone marrow to me? Why?! How dare she? We're sisters! She must save me." She added, "You two as well! I'm your daughter. How could you not save me?" Summer wanted to live, so I could understand her maniacal reaction at that moment. After all, I was like that before I died. Yes, I finally remembered how I died. I remembered it all when I saw the photo of my killer at the police station.

Lily lay so still against the crisp white sheets, her small chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. I moved to her bedside on silent feet, not wanting to disturb the precious rest she so desperately needed. My fingers trembled as I reached out to brush a stray curl from her forehead, her skin was so cool beneath my touch. *What a pity soul,* I thought, the words catching in my throat like a sob. I don't want to lose my daughter. I don't want her to suffer. I don't want her to die. And Marcus, where was Marcus when our daughter needed him most? The thought brought a fresh wave of anger, hot and sharp. While I sat vigil beside our dying child, he was probably somewhere else which I