Norman Reedus On The Walking Dead 소설 & 이야기

He looks down and says, "Morgan... Morgan... Morgan... It seems that your involvement in our little arrangement has come to its end." "Please, Norman, I can still be of use..." Both Norman and Nathan chuckle as Norman leans down and connects the cuffs he always keeps in his office to her wrists, they don't have the same effect on her as they do on werewolves but it allows them to string her up against the wall and enjoy some fun, some pleasure and giving some pain before they both sink their fangs into her and drink until there is nothing left.

Norman's POV The mahogany desk felt cool beneath my fingertips, a familiar comfort in the chaos brewing within me. Natural daylight streamed through the glass of my office window, a stark contrast to the storm gathering inside. Damon stood before me seething with fury that would have sent a chill across any other person, but not me. I knew him to be a dangerous man, even when calm, and now, unleashed, maybe he was a force to reckon with. “You think you’re so clever, Norman,” he spat, his voice sounding venomous. “So cunning. Manipulating Riley, making Walker induce her to awaken her wolf, ensuring it only recognizes you as her mate.”

I wanted to create a rebellion and kill Norman myself, but the people here are either too afraid to go up against him, or they have been thoroughly brainwashed, and they believe that he really is their lord and savior. "Earth to Ella," Maria said, shaking my shoulders. I shook my head and focused my eyes. "Sorry... What was that?" I asked, trying to get rid of the depressing thoughts in my mind. She pointed towards Grace, who was walking over to where we were. "Ella," Grace said as she arrived at our table. "Commander Norman has called for you. You weren't answering your phone, so he sent me out here to call you." I felt up my pockets and cursed under my breath. Where did I leave it? I knew

he smiled but I could swear it was a forced smile " get off my head " I frown and he chuckles, Chase approaches and nods his head, I was so into Zulu conversation that I didn't notice Chase moving to the battlefield and telling the ghouls to kill vampires now " It appears that Alex has killed Norman" Chase mumble " how weak is your friend? I know full well that I can kill Alex within the twinkle of an eye " " you're a demon Chase " I frown" Norman is just a dragon with serious training and dark magic "

He actually looked concerned for me. “They wanted information that I didn’t have,” I gulped. “It’s okay, you’re okay now.” He brought me to his hard chest and hugged me tightly. I pulled away to see what was happening. It seemed Dirk was already dead. He was in the corner, bleeding profusely. Ronan and Reed were now fighting. I could see how Ronan killed Ewan. He was fast and powerful. His jaw wrapped around Reed’s neck and bit down hard. There was a sickening crack and Reed let out his last yelp. As he dropped to the floor, he changed back into his human form. Ronan leaned down and ripped his throat out before dropping it on his dead body.

“Why I saw it that day?” “We’ve been tracking wraiths that day. I killed one, and I believed one of those was found by the cops.” “Are you done chatting?” Ryden came, glaring at Lucius. “Reede might not make it. Seven is also wounded. Nora and Ren are on their way with them. So far, no more werewolves are coming.” “I threw the dead bodies into the crack.” Zeph glared at Lucius as he passed by us. “Your brother knows something.”

His massive wolf body goes limp, suspended in midair by Reed’s telekinetic hold, and then drops to the ground like a rag doll. Holy shit, Reed killed him. The crowd gasps collectively, their silence hanging heavily in the air. A few women sob quietly while others stare at the lifeless body of Alpha Jackson. His minions are frozen, shock painted on their faces. “Anybody else wants to challenge my presence here?” Reed asks, sweeping his gaze over the crowd. No one dares to meet his eyes, including myself. Just what kind of werewolf is Reed Walton?

Dante's POV I stepped closer, my eyes fixed on the footage. The timestamp in the corner confirmed it was the correct footage. My pulse picked up as the video played. The angle showed the entrance of a supermarket. People moved in and out casually, unaware of what was about to happen. Then I saw him. Reed was walking out of the store, a small bag in his hand, his posture relaxed… normal. Seeing him alive brought mixed emotions. For a brief second, it felt like everything slowed down.

- Yes, he is a vampire. - Fuck. I'm sorry. - Don’t be. He's perfect for me. - A leech? Are you crazy Julius? – Reed says, very quietly, leaning towards his cousin. - Don't call him that. - Sorry. But you just blew my head off. – he takes the spoon and asks – I still have time to dig my own grave?