John Adler Walking Dead Novels & Stories

His claws slashed through flesh, his jaws snapped necks, and soon, the ground was littered with lifeless bodies. Only one figure remained—Mr. Clarke. Clarke stepped out from the shadows, his pale face a mask of surprise and fury. “So, the little human finally found his bite,” Clarke sneered. Adams stood tall, his wolf form looming over the vampire. His glowing eyes locked on Clarke. “I’m not the man you knew,” he said coldly. “You should’ve killed me when you had the chance.” Mr. Clarke didn’t waste time. He lunged at Adams, faster than the others, his movements a blur.

The guards nodded, moving to obey. Then I saw him. Adler. He looked awful; bruised, bloody, barely standing. I felt a strange pain in my chest at the sight of him. “Adler?” I croaked. Through the mind link, his weak voice reached me. Quinn… He slowly raised his head to make eye contact with me, the pain in his eyes. He wasn’t just hurt, he was disappointed. “I thought you escaped. How did they—“ he thrailed off through the mind link.

If I didn’t have my father, brother and sister to fight for, I would’ve surrendered myself to the hunters, ending my life under their cruel hands. I couldn’t bear to do that to my family though, especially not to Vivienne. The coven needed me at that time, but when I fulfilled my part of the bargain and managed to bring them to this safe haven and win Cora over to our side as our protection, I knew I couldn’t bear living another second with all the blood that was on my hands. I had to end it. But I was a coward. I dreaded to think of what would happen once I actually die. What happens to the living dead once they pass away? I shuddered every time I found myself thinking about it.

CHAPTER SEVEN Part of Aleta’s favorite red hoodie turned up in some bramble outside of the city. It was cut, shredded, and stained. Animals had been gnawing and tearing at it, pulling it apart thread by thread by thread with their canines and incisors and grinding molars. From what they recovered of Aleta’s body, she had also been gnawed and ripped, but the animals pulling her apart had been a different sort. Angry Marie made a decision, then, and the impact of that decision would way heavy in her soul for the rest of her life. But seeing as her soul was pretty much tattered beyond recognition anyway, it didn’t seem like that much of a leap.

Alden asks, his tone slightly delirious. I’m unsure if he is being serious or not. “I’m here.” Alden looks as though he has seen better days. Shadows beneath his eyes are haunting, presenting how little sleep he has had to anyone who gets close of him. His skin is drained of colour and looks sickly. It seems as if I’ve only been gone for a short amount of time. What happened to him? We stand next to each other as the elevator glides up to the top story. I’m too scared to move, to even breathe for a moment. I’m waiting for him to make the first move. To determine how this conversation is going to go.

I ask him and he shrugs, reminding me so much of Jude when he was in trouble for running off instead of doing his schooling. My eyes soften and I exhale softly. I have to keep in mind that Alder is just freshly a man. Until three months ago, he didn’t know how to shift or function with a wolf. And now, he has watched his old pack members die and fight in the woods only to be the last man standing, so to speak. “Did you want to walk around with me, then?” I offer, and he nods. It would seem sleep is out of the question for me tonight. Especially since I clearly can’t count on Alder to watch well if he is in such a panicked state of fear.

“We got a report near the docks ... a scent trail, faint but strong enough. I followed it with two trackers. Expected a night kill, maybe a leftover feeding. But when we got there, the sun was still up. I saw him ....standing right there under the damn light.” Adrian leaned back slightly, arms crossed. “You’re saying— is that why you smell like....” “I’m saying a vampire, a vampire .... general was walking around in the sun!” I snapped. “He wasn’t burning to ashes, Adrian. Not instantly. Just a few blisters, smoke, but he was moving ... fighting ...alive.” The silence that followed was thick. Only the faint hum of the air conditioning filled the room. Then Adrian stood, slow and deliberate,

Adele was shaken by her father's thunderous shout and it made her keep quiet and sob silently as she hiccuped. Adaline frowned deeply at her father's statement, she was finding it hard to understand the logic in what he spouted, he said he would not let his daughter get married to a psychologically abnormal man but what about her? she was also his daughter too right? They were twin sisters and she was the younger one, then what did he mean by his words? She was wondering who Mr Drew was because she never met him in person, Adele was the only person who had seen him. She was wondering what he would look like, how old was he. Fifty years old? Sixty years old? Or even higher or maybe lower.

After Jenna finished wiping Adam's face with milk, Adam still couldn't open his eyes. "You should just lie down on the bed. Wait, wait but your clothes are wet!" Jenna said, staring at Adam's soaked T-shirt because he had hurriedly washed his face. Feeling very annoyed, Adam took off his wet T-shirt and threw it on the bathroom floor carelessly. Then he walked groping the wall toward the bed. Jenna was embarrassed to see Adam shirtless, but seeing Adam who was having trouble walking, she couldn't help but hurried over to Adam and led him into bed.

Ada Wood stands at the door of the shop, holding her clothes by the corner with both hands, and looks at the front with some fear in her eyes. She killed Zora Baker. She killed Zora Baker. Aaron Hunter walks to Ada Wood's back and reaches out his hand. Before touching Ada Wood's shoulder, his mobile phone rings. He took his hand back and connected the phone. Before he could speak, there came a waxy voice, "brother Aaron, where are you? Dad said that he would ask you to come home for dinner in the evening, and he would like to discuss something with you Aaron Hunter took a look at Ada Wood, then turned and whispered,