Jocelyn Walking Dead Novels & Stories

"But if you want the other answer — I've got good hands too. I've given some thought to the fields." Her skin goes hot, then cold. She looks at the map, because maps don't talk in riddles. "Your team takes outer perimeter," she says, level, and is proud of level. "Jin gets fifteen minutes in the warehouse. Unless the dead thicken, the building shifts, or he makes the face. He has the survival instincts of a moth with a postgraduate degree." "What face?" "The one scientists make right before touching something cursed." "I'll watch for it."

He never once let me visit Jocelyn from start to finish. It was only after I died that I saw Jocelyn's soul drift out of the little cat and return to her own body, which had long gone stiff and cold. That pale, withered body flushed with life in an instant, until she looked like a beautiful girl no older than 15 or 16. I sneered inwardly but kept up my gentle and gracious mask. "You're willing to tend to her at her sickbed yourself, and yet I, the lady of this house, shouldn't even pay her a visit? That hardly seems right."

"I'll tell the Claudes and take you to a doctor!" Jocelyn nodded with discomfort. “Un!” Skyler was a little worried and said to Jim and Lexie, “You two look after her first, I’ll be right back!” Skyler said his greetings to the elders of the Claude family and quickly came back. When he did, he noted that Jocelyn’s body had gone weak and her hands were on the buffet table. It looked like she could hardly stand. His expression was a little solemn. “Can you still walk?”

After the apocalypse began, Eric and Jocelyn lost their parents. It was just the two of them left. Things had eased a little between them, but not by much. Jocelyn had never been close to him. But now, seeing him die right in front of her… Jocelyn's mind blanked for a second. Then she turned on Hayley, her voice breaking into a scream. "You killed my brother!" The others had already noticed something was wrong. They looked over, frowning.

While everyone rushed inside the room to go still. " No....nooooo!!!" It was the biggest tragedy in werewolf history ever known. Thaneos....the greatest and strongest werewolf in history, was found dead beside the goddess of light...whose body has now turned dark as night. A knife rooted in his own heart by himself. Their hands intervened. Signifying an end to a beautiful yet tragic love story of all times. . . . . . . 5000 miles from the Werewolf Kingdom The Lycan Province

-Caleb- As the dust kicked up around us, I reached for Jocelyn’s hand and squeezed it. “I wonder how far he’ll make us walk,” Jocelyn said, but her tone indicated she didn’t really care. “At least I have shoes this time,” I pointed out with a grin. Jocelyn giggled then coughed on the dust. I fanned the air with my free hand, but it didn’t seem to help. “We’ll have to give him some lead time, otherwise we’re going to be walking in a dust cloud all the way.”

JOCELYN’s POV People always said I was lucky, the kind of lucky that made strangers smile at me in the grocery store and old friends watch me a little too closely when you weren’t looking. I am Jocelyn Campbell, Heiress of Campbell Group, the one marrying Ethan Blackwood. The girl with the life every girl dreamed of, or at least, that’s what the world thought, and until a week ago, I believed it too.

"Chloe is not a pawn in your power games, Caleb. Leave now, or face the consequences." Caleb's eyes narrowed, and without warning, he lunged at Jonas, his transformation into a werewolf swift and brutal. The clash of fur and fang echoed through the night as the two werewolves grappled in a frenzied dance. The moonlit clearing became a battleground, shadows cast by the violent struggle. Chloe, caught in the crossfire, felt a surge of fear and adrenaline. Instinct kicked in, and she searched for a way to help Jonas. Her eyes darted to a fallen branch, and with determination, she picked it up, ready to defend herself if needed.

From then on, I was only allowed to visit the city during Christmas for a few days with them before being sent back. To the people in this village, I was as good as an orphan. And honestly, they weren't wrong. "Jolene Newman, come out! I know you're in there, you heartless brat! Caleb's dying, and instead of saving him, you're hiding? If you're going to hide, then don't bother coming out for the rest of your life!" Mom was losing it. She grabbed the iron school gate and shook it so violently that the metallic clanging echoed across the small campus. The commotion quickly drew the attention of the few teachers and students still staying at the school.

Clenching her face as she looks at herself in the vanity mirror, she glanced at her side—to where a picture of a beautiful red-head girl was situated. Jocelyn smiled as she knew she must use her secret ‘card’ this time no matter what the cost is. Dialing on her phone, she taps her fingers on the wooden table in anticipation of the person on the other line. Finally, after two rings, the girl answered. “What is it this time, Jocelyn?” She frowned, but instead forced a smile. “Darwin and his pregnant whore are in Chateau Bellerose. Want to crash a party?” Laughter reverberated on the other line. Jocelyn peered outside through the curtain windows and the dawn began to crack.