Norman Reedus On The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

“That’s usually what people say right before they try.” Zariah turned toward me. “He was helping me.” “He was supposed to be dead.” Her lips parted. Then closed. For once, she didn’t have a comeback. Good. Maybe she was finally starting to understand that nothing in this world was what it seemed. Reed looked exhausted. His suit was wrinkled. His face was pale. His eyes constantly moved toward the hallway like he expected death to walk around the corner. Maybe he should. “Start talking,” I said. “Not here.”

Still, if those mannequins had been real people I would not have killed anyone, but I at least would have hurt them enough to buy time, and right now I decide that counts as survival. “Not bad,” Luca comments. “Yeah, I’m done.” I hand the gun to Evren and he disassembles it quickly. “God, I’m starving after all that shooting,” Reed complains, rolling his shoulders. “Of course you are,” Luca replies dryly. Reed flips him off. Wilson straightens and lifts a hand. “I’ll head inside and see if they’ve got any snacks,” he volunteers and he doesn’t wait for everyone’s reaction before he starts walking towards the mansion.

I murmured, smiling coldly, “but you’ve made things… difficult. You have to die now.” A chill rippled through the Alphas. Reed staggered up, black fur bristling like a storm cloud, breath ragged and wet. His eyes weren’t furious anymore—they were unhinged. Cassius lunged forward. “REED, STOP! NO!” But he was too late. Reed charged again, paws gouging trenches in the dirt. This wasn’t a fight anymore—it was an execution attempt. His paws pounded the earth, claws digging trenches as he lunged again. This time faster, heavier, determined to crush me beneath his weight.

Adam burned Norman's body with his Aura until just little energy was left. "Adam stop!" John's voice echoed from behind. Adam stopped and turned to face John. "We are not here to kill anyone." John said. Before Adam could do anything, he heard footsteps behind him. When he turned around, he saw Norman running away. He had gone too far for Adam to catch up. Norman hurried out of the warehouse, maybe to plan his revenge for another day. Adam turned to his cousin, his anger boiling. " You let him get away." He said in a deep dark tone.

she spat, but the edge in her voice wavered. "Am I?" Reed took another step. "You know that hunger. The way power tastes on your tongue. It’s been there your whole life, waiting." He spread his hands. "And I’m gonna help you use it." Grim shoved between them, teeth bared. "Like hell, you will." Reed chuckled. "Cute. But corpses don’t get opinions." He moved faster than thought—one brutal punch to Grim’s ribs sent him crashing into stone. Blood filled Grim’s mouth as he gasped, vision swimming.

It was a win-win. They were so busy celebrating that they didn't notice the shadow looming over them until the temperature in the room plummeted. Hayden looked up, the steak still on his fork. His face went white. The fork clattered to the plate. "Alpha... Alpha Walker?" Grant stood there, holding the unconscious Mars Reed against his chest. He didn't say a word. He didn't have to. The sheer, suffocating power of his presence was enough to choke the air out of their lungs.

“What the hell?” “Go. I can’t move.” Council Member Ethan’s POV I got out of Reed’s car, dumbstruck by what I saw. One men from the protection detail was on his knees, unable to move with his neck reaching to the sky. When Reed told me he couldn’t go any further, I couldn’t figure out what was going on. We are both of Alpha blood. The only difference between me and him is that I have a talisman.

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.

"So, there are dead humans coming back to life and what you get of the show is that there are cheaters and abusers? I mean, you aren't wrong, but how is that all you got out of it?" Rockledge laughs next to her, the irony hitting him as he looks between us. The show pauses, and he says, "You do realize that I am a dead human who thrives on human blood. It's very close to the zombies or walking dead, but we only take the blood."