Lori Grimes Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Absolute, terrifying silence. "No..." Lorrie scrambled over the rubble, throwing herself against the impenetrable stone barrier. She clawed at the rough, jagged edges with her bare hands, her fingernails splitting and bleeding against the rock. "Lorenzo! Answer me! Please!" Nothing. Only the deep, low rumble of the mountain settling over its new grave. Grace rushed forward, wrapping her arms tightly around her daughter’s waist. "Lorrie... Lorrie, stop, you're hurting yourself—"

A crowd of people… No, witches, surrounding her. This is current Amy. I grab her hand and tighten my grasp, as we watch the other Amy walk closer to the moon, then turn back towards us. Her body is splashed with blood and a creepy smile gracing her face as she looks back at the carnage she’s caused, then to her followers. A sob leaves Amy when we see Liam walking closer to her, and she falls to her knees, and I follow her, staying by her side. The creepy smile on vision Amy only widens at the sound of Liam’s voice. “Amy. Please. Amy. I know you’re in there.” He rasps, clearly tired from the battle he’s fought.

“We should keep moving before I forget we’re being chased.” Cris smiles. “Pretty sure you already did.” “Only for a second.” Leo threads their fingers again. “Maybe two.” They start walking – faster now, but lighter too. Then— A sharp crack pierces the forest. Leo spins. Cris freezes. A figure stumbles into view through the trees… Lori. She’s limping, one hand clutching her side, her cloak torn, her hair tangled with ice. Snow clings to her lashes like she ran straight through a storm.

The weight of their disapproval settled in the pit of his stomach. I’m doing the right thing. Lilly wouldn’t be any match against the creatures of the Otherworld. Scott downed his glass of whiskey before searching for Lori. He found her on the edge of the forest. “I wondered when the human would bore you,” Lori said. She didn’t turn around as she faced the edge of the forest. “I’m not here for a fuck.” “Pity. I know how much you love to fuck after the full moon. Does Lilly know about your passions? Another question, could she even handle what you need?” Lori asked, facing him.

She had promised not to give up Barbara at all costs, not after her husband's death. “I'm sorry, Eli,” she whispered to herself. The woman's breath suddenly faltered several times, and then just stopped. Her eyes were open pitifully; the last drop of tears fell on her cheeks. Aryadi's body that was behind the dead vampire woman suddenly moved. When Barbara choked him with cold air, he fell unconscious and Barbara flung his body so that he hit the floor. However, Linda, who was fortunate enough to endure Barbara's invisible giggle, actually angered the girl who was supposed to be her adopted daughter.

All I did was shout to release the pain I got. “We have no choice. We must carry her back to the pack!” said Elder Mario in panic. “I'll volunteer. I'll carry her!” Lori insisted, slowly shifting into her Werewolf without waiting for their confirmation. Elder Mario and Marga helped me get into Lori's back, making me hold her despite being too weak and in pain. “He kills her….he kills Hera!” I shouted to the elder. Afterward, Lori ran back while the elder and Marga followed. It wasn't clear, but I could tell it was him…and I was too disappointed to accept him as his mate.

She sat back and fluttered her hands helplessly, staring at his wounds. “Oh God. We have to stop the bleeding…” anthony grasped her hands, calming her down. “It will be okay. We heal fast.” We meant shifters, she reckoned, but all that mattered to her was that he would be all right. Roars sounded in the distance, and Lily cringed. Part of that sound was the call of victory, but the other was the last gasp of death. She gripped anthony’s hand. “Was that Jeremy or the grizzly?” “Jeremy,” anthony said. “I mean, he had the grizzly. I mean…”

"Come with me." Elias took my hand and led me through the door and down the hallway behind Lance, and Xander followed me, surrounding me for protection. We rounded the corner when two men leaped at us and everything happened at once. Lance ripped the heart out of one of the men and he screamed, shrill and keening, as his body burst into flames and fell to the floor. Lance dropped the heart and it flamed, too, along with the vampire blood on his hand, but his hand remained unscorched. Elias grabbed the other man by the throat, and then ripped off his head, very strong, even in his human form.

Donovan and Andra are running around trying to kill the hunters, trying to protect the packs. “Lily, what are we…” I stop as I turn to her. She’s staring at Grace as she watches Eli die in front of her. “CLINT! Get to Grace!” She yells and both of us take off to reach her. I wasn’t paying attention, stunned as I watched so many of our pack members, so many of our friends and family, fall. But Lily was and whatever Grace is doing, it’s going to be big.

The ritual circle burned out, the darkness vanishing as though it had never been. Silence fell. Lisa collapsed to her knees, her body convulsing, blood pouring from her mouth. Every nerve screamed with pain, her vision swimming. Her strength was gone, her aura fading, but she had done it. Malrik was dead. Her body slumped to the ground, the stone cold against her cheek. She barely heard the frantic footsteps rushing toward her, barely felt the warmth of hands lifting her, the cries of voices breaking with fear.