Norman Reedus On The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

I see Nolan and another guy I recognize from our pack climbing out of the ditch as Reed parks Dad's truck behind Nolan’s car. Before I can even get my seat belt off, Reed is out of the truck and rushing Nolan. “You son of a bitch where is she?” Reed yells as he grabs Nolan by the throat. “Calm down Bro. Give him a chance to explain.” I say trying to get Reed to calm down enough that his brain starts working again.

His eyes had turned red and his fangs were lengthening—he was a rogue, also the woman. A faint grin appeared on Reed’s face. He met the man’s charge head-on. He seized the man’s arm, twisted his own body and, in one swift motion, snapped the man’s neck. The crack was sharp and final. The man collapsed. He died instantly while the woman tried to flee. Reed wasn’t about to let her escape, though. He lunged forward and locked his arm around her neck from behind. He dragged her back with all his might until her body convulsed briefly and went limp.

Reed looked at her square in the eyes. Venus nodded. “I know that.” Reed sighed. ‘This is why I like to stay in my lab.’ He downed his drink and set it down. He stood up from his seat in the bar. “You’re going back?” “Mn. I have a lot of things to do..” Reed said. Venus didn’t say more. She was older than him by a few years. But Reed’s personality had always been like this. Guarded. A long time ago, they used to be what people call, normal humans.

“Rhayden!” He stopped, turning and started to run up the hall toward me, a smile coming to his lips. Rhayden was here… for me… “Rhayden!” “Mars!” he called out, the smile fading as he reached out. “Mars! No!” I didn’t have to turn to know what was behind me… but I did anyway. Norman loomed over me, blood gushing from the wound on his head and as I stepped back toward Rhayden, he stepped forward.

I really didn’t mean to zap him. “Fuck me. That hurt!” Reed said rubbing his arm. He looked to be almost healed. He looked around the his men had already started cleaning up the dead bodies. “Report?” A man ran up to him, “No casualties on our end, we captured 4 living and the one she was fighting. All are in the dungeon.” Reed nodded and the man ran off to continue helping. “I need to see Johnnie” I said to Reed. “Please” I added since Reed had a look on his face.

“Don’t you dare touch me, you liar son of a b*tch!” He warned as I tried supporting him as he walked out. *** Jack’s POV. “It was hopeless after all.” I groaned as I punched the table hard. “You just have to calm down, Jack!” Norman Reedus said as he got up from where he was seated. “I warned you all since. I knew someday that he would do as he pleased and finally, he is gradually growing back his wings. We would have disposed him right after the death of Louisiana.” Greg Kowe scowled as he paced round the room.

“You don’t deserve to live. You are a wicked man that doesn't deserve to breathe next to the righteous, you took away your own brother’s life all for greed. I hate you so much.” Maddox coughed, smirking despite the pain. “What are you holding on to, go ahead and kill me,” he rasped. “Kill me, Reed Bennett or should I say Reed Gray.” Reed’s claws pressed deeper into his enemy’s flesh. His fangs hovered over Maddox’s neck. He was so close. One bite. One bite, and it would all be over. And then— A scream. A scream that shattered through the battlefield like a blade of ice.

"Miss Hale? "Leave us, Elijah," I whispered. "I’ll talk to you later." The door clicked shut. Silence reclaimed the room, but it wasn't the silence of peace. It was the silence of a wreckage. "I told you," Norman said. He didn't sound triumphant; he sounded disgusted. He walked over to the window, looking out at the vines. "I told you a Rider is always a Rider. But you didn't listen, did you? You opened the doors, and gave him a bed. You let him play the grieving brother while he was scouting for something to take from you."

San Diego had me feeling differently. It was like I became Alex Gray the moment I drove into the city. My personality changed over the following two weeks as I followed Jordan Reed. He was the Vice President of The Reapers and second in command. I knew that if I could get close to him, I was as good as in. He had a set routine and after two weeks, I knew it by heart. He liked to frequent the bar on Broadway in East Village. It also happened to be the whole club’s favorite spot.

Norman barks menacingly and glares at Lucien with a crazed look in his eyes. Lucien halts and turns. With a smile on his face, he walks back to Mr. Norman and looks him in the eyes icily. "I believe your phone is in your pocket Norman. Pick it up and call for your men. I just have one promise for you, they will be picking up the corpse of you, your grandson, and all your relatives that are right here by the time they get here. Go on, make the damn call Norman!"