Hershel's Daughters Walking Dead Novels & Stories

I exclaimed. “That’s so many balloons!” Lila replied, her excitement for the amusement park returning full force. She snuggled into me then, and we kept quiet as the ferris wheel slowly brought us back to Earth. I lay my head gently on top of hers, allowing my mind to drift wherever my thoughts decided to go. And I couldn’t help but think about what the ticket taker had said, about the fact that two humans somehow had a werewolf daughter – and how that daughter looked so much like Alpha Dominic Blackwood.

Dust and splinters filled the air, turning the basement into a gray, choking fog. Through the hole in the ceiling, I could see the blinding searchlight of a massive, unmarked helicopter hovering just feet above the lodge. Men in gray tactical gear—not the black of the Key or the Ares teams—began to fast-rope down. They weren't moving like mercenaries. They moved like a hive mind, silent and terrifyingly efficient. "Marcus! Fall back to the basement!" Lucian roared into his radio, but the signal was completely dead.

She did not sleep all night last night, and although she did not look too fatigued, when the sun radiated through the window and landed on her body, warming her up, Hesper could not help but feel a little tired. After rubbing her foreheads and forcing herself to stay focused, Hesper turned her head and realized that Sherese had opened her eyes at some point and was staring at her with bleary eyes and a drowsy look. "You’ve come back?" Hesper nodded. Although Sherese seemed to be a very disobedient young girl, her attitude towards Hestia was still pretty good. It could be said that she was the closest person to Hestia among the four on the team. "I thought you’d gotten entangled with that per

“That’s what I heard as well. Herschel said that he’s a man of his word.” Many living beings gathered outside the Callahans to watch the show. As James appeared, he overheard their chatters. Immediately, his face darkened, and he clenched his fists, saying coldly, “Killing me won’t be as easy as you might think.” Then, he strode forward. At the same time, on Mount Heavenly Path… Sienna and Thea had arrived. Upon Sienna’s appearance, Herschel stood up and gaped at her face. Stunned by her beauty, he said, “What a beauty! I wonder who will be the lucky one.”

To be honest with myself, I didn't just find her really attractive, my feelings for her was deeper than that. Astonishing as it might be, about six months ago, I wouldn't have believed that I would spare the daughter of Anthony Hunter for more than one second. For several years, I had mused and dreamt of how I'd destroy and wreck havoc on every werewolf soul for killing every one I'd ever loved and for ruining my childhood and hopefully not, my life. Then about a year ago, I'd found out about Hillary, one of the surviving daughters of Anthony Hunter, who had been under the supervision of Anthony's Luna—Gladys.

And she was going to be in deep shit when the reinforcements got to her. "Yes, Alpha." "She is the daughter of our new Beta - and she is not a threat to anyone in the pack, unless she feels threatened. I would recommend that you relay that information to the wolf that is with her, and to the ones that are going to her. I do not wish to deal with the trouble that will be caused by all of them if they were to attack one another." "Yes, Alpha."

Hellis even though he wasn't facing the door knew Liam had entered the house. "Let them…" He struggled for his breath as hellis made him float in the air. "Dad please." Wanda's eyes were getting teary. "Don't worry I will give him a peaceful death!" He flinged him close to Wanda and then caused him to freeze. "You must be Nelly, the daughter Deliliah had with that bastard!" Hellies pointed to herald. "I think I should hurt you guys so I can pass a message, what do you think Wanda?" He looked at the red eyes Wanda.

Any werewolf who goes against that is even worse than what humans call ‘scums’, and I am far from that! “Is that true?” came Hailey’s voice. She whom I rather was not present in the conversation, as I turned to see my daughter by the stairs, eyes wide in shock. “Daddy, you… don’t like Mommy? You actually… want to take me and Helix away from her?”

"That parasite! Never! You are my daughter Molly! Mine! You will live with me!" I stood up and backed away from him. "No! I just met you; you have no right to dictate anything to me!" I said to him in a low yet harsh tone that matched his own, I walked out of the tent. I at once began to cry again as I walked away. As I stared at the sky, I heard someone walking through the trees, about four yards away, I saw Hunter walking towards me carrying a mangled, bloody, and beaten body in his arms.

It was the quiet, chilling finality of being utterly forgotten. When I finally arrived at Chloe’s, she took one look at my ashen face and the raw despair in my eyes, and didn't need to ask. She simply opened her arms, and I collapsed into them, the dam finally breaking. We sat on her couch for what felt like hours, the city lights painting shifting patterns on the walls, while I recounted the morning’s events, my voice choked with emotion. Chloe listened, her presence a steady anchor in my storm of grief. She didn’t offer platitudes, no easy reassurances that everything would be alright. Instead, she acknowledged the depth of my pain, validating the shock and devastation that had descended u