Jeffrey Dean Morgan Walking Dead Negan Novels & Stories

Rogue King Zarek’s POV Morgana walked into my office without knocking. I poured her a glass of bourbon and handed it over. “For you to forget your manners, this must be serious.” She took the glass and drank quickly, wincing at the burn. “Ronan is dead,” she finally said. I set the bottle down. I wasn’t surprised. Ronan was unstable and reckless. My wolf had mocked me for working with him. He knew Ronan would fail, and now I’d have to listen to him gloat for days.

The halls are eerily quiet; the only sound is my heels against the cold tile. Dr Brendan comes out as he looks at me and to Damien. Dr Brendan is a general surgeon, he is tasked with many different roles within the hospital. He has experience in many different subjects. I dare say my grandfather was the best in our world and Dr Brendan was next after him. “Alpha, unfortunately, Miss Morgan has a rare blood group. We don’t have that blood here and by the time we get it sent from another pack, I’m afraid it would be too late.” Dr Brendan looks at me with sadness, knowing I am going to be sacrificed to save her.

“Still keeping with the supernatural theme, and it was actually made in this century.” “Oh! Have you heard of Supernatural?” I perked up. “Big fan.” He grinned. “I mean, Sam, Dean, and Cas… yeah, major slash vibes there. And I’d call Jeffrey Dean Morgan ‘Daddy’ any day of the week.” “Right! So freaking hot. Like my entire sexuality in one cast.” “JDM’s in The Walking Dead.” “I don’t like horror things.” “You’re cool with a high school chick dusting vamps, but not zombies?”

I replied to Lincoln and he just nodded in agreement with what I was planning to do. I've been driving the car for about an hour before we reached Morgan's pack land which is now considered as a no man's land because there is not a single pack member left in Morgan's pack. Lincoln and I got out of the car and then looked around the area. The place is very serene, the corpses of Morgan, his wife, and his pack members are no longer here because Kayden has taken them all to Mystic River where their funeral will be held when the full moon arrives.

Jason said watching Gavin shift his feet debating with himself. "You just need to heal, captain. It's ok. " Jason said quietly. Gavin stiffened and the nervousness was gone. He needed to get things in order. "I'll heal when he's dead." Gavin sneered. Morgan stepped into the cabin. It was dark. She had Claire wait in the doorway so she could find a candle to light. Stumbling, she made her way over to his desk. She had seen a candle on it before. She scraped her foot against something and heard what sounded like paper. Reaching out she found the desk and felt around on it. Nothing was on the desk.

She looked unusually meek saying those words. Morrigan took a step closer to Colfre. “So answer me, do you think this lifeless place needs to imprison someone just to bring back its life?” Morrigan’s eyes met Colfre’s, both of them stares with ardent intensity at each other. An unexplainable connection lingering between them. Colfre’s muscles tighten as Morrigan’s scent lingers near him, he was the first one to back away from her ardent gaze. He cleared his throat and looked away from the meek Morrigan standing in front of him. Morrigan noticed how Colfre felt uncomfortable with her standing in front of him so she walked towards her bed and sat down on the soft mattress.

The next thing he did was to start moving around. Morgan confirmed all his boys are dead, even the leader. “This is bad!” he thought in his head. “This is how I was shocked when I also arrived. Dead men are all that I saw. Veronica was gone,” he said to him. “This is really a big threat. Veronica cannot do this. I believe all this should be from an external party and the only external party that I have in mind is that fool, Ethan!” He vibrated the name with so much disgust.

Megan stood near the window, her attention drifting lazily over the grounds outside. Both of them turned when Decker entered. And both of them felt it. The shift. Morgan’s eyes sharpened immediately. “That didn’t take long,” he said. Decker closed the door behind him with a soft click. “No.” Morgan leaned back slightly, studying him. “Something happened.” Decker didn’t sit. Didn’t offer pleasantries. “Silver Claw.” Megan’s head turned. Morgan’s expression didn’t change immediately but something in his posture tightened. “…what about them.”

"What is going on here?" "I was telling Grace about the banshees around the Celtic Border," Morgan explains to his best friend. "Not to mention we ran into Liam on the way here. He was trying to attack us, Selene. He looked at us as if we were nothing...he was going to come for Grace...." Morgan closes his eyes and sighs. "I don't know what happened to him, but I need to protect our daughter, Lena. I managed to hit him with a branch-got a chunk out of him. I remember Maddie talking about being able to detect magic from skin and hair, so I brought a sample to her." "It's bad, Selene. He is a Wendigo." Maddie carefully breaks the news. A sharp sob escapes Selene's lips. "A Wendigo? There is no

Lincoln nodded, approving of my decision. I drove for an hour before reaching the territory of Morgan's pack. It was now a wasteland, considered No Man's Land, devoid of life. Lincoln and I got out of the car. The place was eerily quiet. The bodies of Morgan, his luna, and the members of his pack had already been collected by Kayden for their funeral at the Mystic River. “Now tell me, Lincoln. What do you want me to do?” I asked calmly as we walked toward the main house of Morgan's pack. Even though we were several yards away, I could still smell the blood spattered on the ground.