Novel & Cerita Hershel's Daughters Walking Dead

Then she reached to a guard at her side, drew his gun in one smooth motion, and jammed the barrel against my father’s throat. “Roland DeLuca,” she said, each word clipped and sharp, “I carried my daughter for ten months. I found her again, and on her first day home, your sons nearly killed her.” “If Yvette dies tonight, I’ll bury this whole family with her.” Kane had come down by then, Sofia at his side. The look on his face finally changed. “Mom, are you out of your mind?” he snapped. “You’re pulling a gun on us over some girl you barely know?”

Fred had deprived him of a happy life with his wife, and he wasn’t going to let that happen with his daughter. “She is with the vampires.” Herald felt his blood dry up as Fred mentioned this. He couldn’t believe his ears, and at first, he hoped Fred was trying to pull a joke on him, but he didn’t hear him backing it up with a laugh. “And you are telling me this calmly?” Herald questioned. “If anything happens to—”

She could hardly breathe properly because of the abnormal beating of her heart. She laughed tearfully when she saw her daughters line up in front of her. "Hi, mom. We're flower girls so we'll go first, okay?" Rhea spoke in a low voice. Hera laughed as she kept her tears from falling. She happily watched as her daughter walked first, followed by Kisses, Winter, Frank Jeniela, and Sana, the daughter of Tiffany and Attorney Deandree, was in the last line. And now, it was her time to walk down the aisle for the second time. She closed her eyes slightly when their wedding song played, it was playing again and she couldn't help not to shed a tear.

Just as these questions swirled in her mind, her phone buzzed. Her frayed nerves caused her to jump and bump her head on the roof of the car. She hesitated before answering. "Harley." She whispered in a weak voice. "Mother! Is everything ok? You sound... Off. Helena tooa shaky breath before responding. "Something bad has happened, Harley. Lee... Lee's dead" "What?" Harley gasped. "How? Who did..." Helena cut her daughter off. "I don't know, Harley. But take heed, baby girl. We can't make anymore mistakes because whoever did this is probably watching our every move."

"She said the true bloodline is about to awaken. The exiled daughter will take everything back. Dad's love, the pack's authority, and... Caleb." She said Caleb Wright's name softly, but it cut deep. "That's nonsense," I said. "I only came back to—" "To what?" she snapped, her voice suddenly sharp. "To destroy everything I have? I've lived in this family for 15 years. 15 years!" I took a step back. "Lucia, I never thought—" "But I did!" Her smile twisted, tears shining in her eyes. "I've imagined it so many times. How peaceful things would be if you'd just died. If the werewolves who took you had torn out your throat."

Her emerald green eyes glisten with tears as she says, “I am sorry, this will be difficult for you to watch.” She nods at Brea; Riley and I move closer to the screen; I can see Maddie running across the clearing; covered in blood; she stumbles, constantly looking behind her. She hides the twins in a hollowed-out log and slips again; this time, she doesn't get back up. A white wolf runs toward Maddie and shifts; it's Layla. She kneels beside Maddie, brushing her hair from her face; I hear Maddie asking her to look after her babies; Layla holds Maddie in her arms. My heart breaks as I watch my sister die in Layla's arms. A small Dark haired girl slowly approaches Laya as she takes my nieces fr

wika n'ya saka mabilis na tumayo. "Tara na sa room. Nagugutom na 'ko." dugtong n'ya na sinunod ko naman. Nakarating naman kami sa room na nakahanda na ang dinner namin. Halatang nakaayos na talaga ang lahat dito. "Paano mo nalaman ang lugar na 'to?" tanong ko habang kumakain kami. "Kay Julia. Balak namin nuon na mag-outing kaming tatlo, kaso hindi naman kami matuloy-tuloy. Naalala ko lang 'to nung sinusulat ko na mga Dying List ko." nakangiti nitong sabi.

The Council Healer came every few days, bringing cases of equipment and medication. Word spread quickly—the Alpha's stepdaughter was in decay. The pack's response surprised me. No one came to visit. No one offered comforting words. No one hovered in the doorway to sneak a look. But every morning when I woke up, something new had appeared on the windowsill. The first day, a thick wolf-pelt blanket, folded neatly. The second day, a small bundle of herbs tied with twine—said to bring warmth. The third day, a bottle of water from the moon spring at the pack's sacred grounds.

“Hera and her brother is reunited now. And that is all because you made a difference.” A little kid, probably, Tasha’s age, came running down the hills, towards us. Followed by a very emotional Hera. “Thank you.” At the arena. “Max,wake up!” Teresa was shaking her passed out daughter for a few seconds now. “She was okay, she did not even have an injury. Why did she passed out?” “She’s waking up.” Betty pointed out.

(RHEA'S POV - IN ATLAS' BODY) “The pack alpha of Geisterfell and his daughter are already here!” Lucien announced as he walked closer. “Rhea, it’s them!” Atlas urged in desperate whisper. My mind raced as I tried to process the gravity of the situation. The memories were blurry, fragmented, but one thing remained crystal clear—Hera and Mortis. I remembered seeing them in the chaotic ballroom before my life ended. I nodded at Atlas, acknowledging that I'd tread cautiously around the werewolves of Geisterfell. Instinctively, I reached out to help him stand.