Hershel's Daughters Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Her eyes turned towards Braze and she tried putting herself behind that victim card. Braze ignored her and walked up to Robert. " Meet my brother. This is Quill! " He pointed towards the other person as they tied the Gala up properly with what looked like a special kind of handcuff. " Should we start moving? " Robert asked the boys but Xen looked around. " Where are the Watchers, George and his sister? " " They are healing. I don't think they will be able to accompany us. " Robert answered. Xen didn't look satisfied with the answer.

Her shoulders go stiff because I insulted her. “That is right, sweetheart. You are not the only wolf who can bite,” I say. We stand there staring at each other like two wolves ready to fight in the dirt, our noses wrinkling and our breath mixing in the hot room. “I do not believe a word,” she whispered. Pack Elder Hershel was supposed to sit down and tell his daughter about his bad trouble. I was not supposed to be the one to tell her. Aichonne is still looking at me like she wants to poke my eyes out with a sharp stick.

Mj’s breathing began to hitch and she was beginning to get dizzy, as the walkers got closer to the cabinet little Mj was hiding in, grown Mj screamed at the same time the small girl burst from under the sink and dove between the two walkers and out into the rain that was now pounding down on the outside world. Zazel grabbed the chains and yanked the walkers backward as the little girl disappeared into the storm, “enough” Zazel grunted as he wrestled with the creatures, “obey your master!” he yelled and the creatures turned on him, as they tried to attack him Zazel roared Mj watched as sharp canines stretched through his gums and his eyes turned bright yellow before he sunk his teeth into one

Ceres (without looking at her): "I'm not a lie, Mother. I wish you were still someone I could trust." (The words sting. Blythe's hand clenches at her side. Standing among the crowd in his Omega garb, Xavier watches silently.) Elder Moses (raising his staff, his VoiceVoice old but firm): "Ceres of Fresh Meadows, daughter of Vito and Luna Blythe, step forward. Let the fire speak." (The iron gate creaks open. Inside, the Pyre glows white-hot—heat curling the air like a living thing. Ceres walks forward with slow, regal steps.)

"Rebecca Henderson runs some parts of this town. So she's very powerful and has her vampires practically everywhere. And it seems Marcellus Dexter is under her care." "Rebecca Henderson?" The first man repeated, smacking his lips lightly, "Isn't that Cassidy Elsher's right hand man back then?" "She is." The second man replied with a light bow of his head. "I once heard Cassidy had a daughter with a werewolf. What's his name again? Kyle Baker, is that him?" He asked in confusion and the man nodded. "Yes. There's also news about Cassidy's daughter, they call her Ashley. She is a hybrid. A combination of Cassidy Elsher and Kyle Baker." The second man informed.

"You can't pronounce it. Heppni is as good as you're going to get." "Fine. Why is Herpes here?" Kiema asked. "Why was she hijacking my body?" Hellion looked up at Kiema. "Because you are her daughter."

They obviously have planned this for a long time, considering they made sure my beta and I were nowhere in sight. I found out that Henry Elsher, the hunters’ leader, and his entire family are hunters. His wife and his three daughters. I later found out that he has actually four daughters and the youngest did not join them. The girl had no idea that her family are actually hunters but seemed to be aware of our kind.

She was a little shy around strangers. “That’s a pretty name . . . and you have lovely eyes,” Martha said. Keisha kept looking at the woman. “What do you say, honey?” Layla asked softly. “Thank you,” Keisha said slowly. “We apologize . . . Ms. Miles. You just look like someone we knew long ago,” Hershel said. “The resemblance is amazing.” “I see,” Layla mumbled. “Hey,” Damien said as he approached them. “Daddy, we met knew people,” Keisha said.

The thought of Sasha dying one day terrifies her brother and actually gives him nightmares that he hides from everyone. "Well, let's get going. We have a party to get to," Sasha says with an eager smile. ********* JACKSONS POV Helios growls as he sniffs the air for the thousandth time, and I roll my eyes at him. He has been annoyed since we left Riverstone, and he is pissing me off. Jacks- shutup Helios- she smells different Jacks- what are you talking about? Helios- our daughter smells different. Jacks- well, she is mated now

The scary warrior I saw in my dreams was gone, replaced by a man who looked at her like she was his entire world. He didn’t call her Erza. “Herse,” he whispered. The name made my heart stop. Herse. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. Herse wasn't a wolf. She was the Dew Goddess—the daughter of the Moon itself. The truth hit me like a physical weight. All this time, I thought I was looking for a lost werewolf relative. But the woman who gave me her blood was actually a Goddess who had chosen to live among humans.