Hershel's Daughters Walking Dead Novels & Stories

The walk back through Sanghana was nothing like the arrival. No warm air, no glimmering lanterns that felt like wonder. Only silence. Heavy. Punishing. No one spoke as we descended the endless bone steps. The cold bit sharper now, pressing through cloak and skin. The vampires watching from balconies didn’t even bother to hide their sneers this time. Elio’s jaw was locked so tight I could hear his teeth grind. Quinn’s eyes were storm clouds. Ezekiel muttered prayers under his breath that sounded suspiciously like curses.

Her eyes were also still aglow when she saw her mother get off the ground along with everybody else. “Y-Your. . .alive,” Jenna gasped and was soon in a tight embrace with her daughter. Cassie was next to flung herself onto Natasha as Carmen, Marcus and Henry approached. “I knew you were okay!” Marcus blurted to Lucas who received just as much appraisal as Natasha. Once everyone had recovered from the Legion’s death trap, Natasha was scanning them and particularly noticed that there was someone missing or rather—some people. “Hermes took on Elektris,” Carmen muttered with a shudder, “boy was he angry after what Elektris had done to you.”

Pier. I stare at Helia. Speechless. He’s wearing that look again. The one I hate. Calm, detached, smug. “She’s Miss Hills.” He repeats. “She’s related to the Grevelstokes. Jon. Eveliina.” I know the Grevekstokes damn it. And now everything comes rushing back. The Hills’ daughter. The one accused of killing Helia’s father. Her father. I remember reading about it in the news. The girl who supposedly committed suicide.

She's her Mother's Daughter **Get her pregnant** Seth's POV "Get her pregnant!"He replied and I flinched. "Are you kidding me?" "I mean how on earth will you say such a thing? She's sixteen for fuçk sake, sixteen!" I half yelled.

Peterson recounted, each word heavy with the weight of their tragic tales. "But the horror does not end there," Peterson continued. "Every member of our assembly carries a harrowing tale, a tale born from the actions of the immortal hybrid. Each one yearns for Damian's demise, and we shall ensure that victory is ours. I have dispatched word that Eric Damian has a daughter, a chink in his armor. In a short span, twenty vampires have joined our cause, with many more en route. Let us exercise patience for one more day, as the convergence of werewolves and vampires, shall herald the downfall of our common enemy. Tomorrow, hundreds of vampires shall surge through the streets of Great Hill Town, l

**End of visit** The minute Lizzy started hearing the prayers of those around her was the minute my brothers, the other Fallen felt her come into power. I was too late that night, the night my Helena was killed protecting our daughter, my only child. The Fallen reproduced many times over with all different species, from human’s to demons. Not me, never me, only ever with Helena she was my everything. I still remember the first time I saw her. Helena Silver, daughter to an Alpha, she was beautiful, her hair was black as night. The first time I saw her she was swimming alone in the river.

"Yes, and I'm one of them! I'll be staying at my son's house in Duncan Mills for the time being to avoid those monsters. How about you?" "Oh, I was just going to visit my granddaughter who just gave birth, but because of what you said, I'm having second thoughts about coming back here." Hera shook her head as she listened to the two adults' conversation. Even she was surprised to learn that the other werewolves had successfully taken over that territory. She rationalized that she needed to find Calista quickly before Althaia's victims multiplied. ***** HERA did not realize she had taken a nap after an hour of traveling. She was only awakened by the loud sound of drums and trumpets.

they both said as they walked towards the portal and stood beside Shade. "Where's dad?" Shade asked, turning to look at his siblings. "I'm here" a deep voice said from the entrance of the room. "Dad" Hazel said, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I miss you all" she rasped. "Oh, Hazel. We miss you so much" her family responded. "Have you been well? " Shade asked. "I'm okay" "You still look really beautiful" Carl said. "I guess being a royal does suit you" Trey told her and she gave him a sad smile.

It was Amalia, the bitch who ruined his family, he tought. "No! Please, no! My daughter, oh God! Amara!" she shouted at the top of her lungs before going to the woman who's laying on the ground. She hugged the woman and placed her head on her lap while crying. "Amara, I'm here. Mama is here now. Please, don't leave me." Helios laughed devilishly when he realized something. So, this is her daughter, huh? He laughed like mad man. Maybe he failed to kill the bitch the first time but at least, seeing her miserable and sad like this gives him the satisfaction.

Helena Harris was doing what she did every time to make sure her pack had what they needed. Whether it was a cup of tea for old Mrs. Danielson, mediation for the Grimes brothers, or help with meal prep for young Angel Horton, who’d just given birth to a pup. Nathan Graden, the pack’s Beta, found her hanging laundry close to the pack house. His grey hair tussled with the wind, resisting the eventual truth that he was losing it. Something odd in a wolf shifter at any age and something he was sensitive about.