Paul Rovia Walking Dead Novels & Stories

I opened my mouth to defend myself, but Paul spoke first. “We buried — six?” Paul straightened up from his examination of the body and looked at Jennifer. “Eight,” she said. “Eight,” Paul agreed. “Eight of the enemy weres in the same place. If this one’s up and moving, there might be seven more.” Seven more. Including…Parker, whose name I had trouble saying even in my own head. Sweat trickled down my spine as my fingers went a little tingly. It didn’t make any sense. He was a lot less dangerous undead than he’d been alive, and as a revenant he wouldn’t be any more interested in me than he would be in any other living thing he wanted to eat.

He cut the mindlink and got ready to head for the headquarters. She looked behind and the two men were in a deep conversation as Rugor was animatedly telling him things. Shaking her head, she put the phone back in her pockets and marched towards the headquarters. Dominic reached the desolate building and saw that two werewolves were stationed outside the room where the rogue was kept. They bowed to see the alpha and he nodded his head to walk inside. He opened the door to see a young man tied to a pole in the corner of the room.

As soon as we got to the hospital, I walked out of the car and walked into the hospital as I felt my head to into overload. Dad told me we was going to the East to sign an agreement on dealing with the rogues which has been a problem of recent. We didn't expect him to be attacked. For the Alpha of the Serena's pack to be murdered that means it wasn't some ordinary rogue. Paul was no joke of an Alpha to be easily killed by a group of Rogues. While I was thinking, a small man walked up to me spitting crap as I could barely hear what he said except.

“Give me her whereabout and you're free to go. Alive.” “As you can see, blocker.” Rio grinned and stretched out his arms, sneering. “I only brought the ax, the clothes and the robe I wore. Besides, how could you expect me to know what you're talking to me about?” “Wolvire,” his enemy spoke a name angrily. “You know very well what it is, damn human! Give it me the information or you will die!” “I don't want to die.” Rio grinned again, his expression pale and strange under the blue moonlight. “I must add I'm sorry. I don't have anything information you talk about. Just go to hell!”

"I guess she is sure she's going to roast me when she gets out." "Absolutely not," I said, laughing. "How's your dad, Paul doing by the way? Off to work?" "He's doing great. Yes, he went quite early this morning, around 4am." "Oh_oh." "He said he's going over with his team to the neighboring town,Ros land, to investigate some ugly cases with the police department there." "Ugly cases?" "Yes. Two murder cases. Some girls were raped and killed there." "O, shit!" He exclaimed. "That's quite ugly."

Wait for my order. 'Why is that?' my Beta asked me. Taking a deep breath I told him, 'I don't know. I just had a bad feeling...' 'Alpha!' Paul's voice sounded concerned, and immediately drew my attention. 'I found something… I mean someone. Could you come over?' Talon and Vicky had been there already, and they both looked very worried. "Alpha," Paul swallowed, and pointed to a dead wolf, "I knew this guy. He was one of King James's secret agents."

They were probably outcasts who had kicked out of packs and driven mad by the disease festered in their veins. Paul’s grip faltered for half a second as the realization settled like a stone in his gut. Paul stood at the center of it all, chest heaving, fists bloodied. Two unconscious rogues lay at his feet. The child clung to his leg, trembling but alive. No one said anything at first, even after they saw the glow in Paul’s eyes. Or even when they heard the weight in his voice. Because that's when they realized, this wasn’t the strength of an ordinary wolf.

Blood splattered around the tiles. John followed, his boot meeting the guy’s ribs with a thud. Paul’s punch snapped the man’s head sideways, and he collapsed, unconscious before he hit the floor. Blood pooled beneath him. I stood frozen on the spot. I’d seen this happen before, but this time, it wasn’t just Salvatore. Paul, breathless, said, “This is why I said we should follow him.” I spun on them immediately. “Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?”

I said as I tried to step forward away from the rogue, but he pulled me back hard, his fingers digging into my skin, making me yelp. “I do enjoy it when they fight back.” The stocky rogue whispered into my ear. Paul rolled his eyes as he stepped closer to me. He reached out and grabbed my arm, releasing me from the hard grip I’m sure would have bruised my skin. Paul smelled clean, like soap and Lynx; why was he with a rouge if he was a wolf, he was in a pack. He pulled me away from the door that held my salvation, leading me around the building toward a car. I tried to take a deep calming breath, but nothing was settling the anxiety and fear that had curled up inside my stomach. I was still

Suddenly it goes completely silent. “Stop it!” Aviva hisses, her arm locked around Andrew’s thick neck. She hisses with fury as she forces his snout to his chest, pinning him down with her weight. I drop into the grass, watching with my heart hammering as the new rogues stop at the very edge of the forest. The golden sunlight draws over them, showing off their tangled, deformed bodies in a new way. They’re ugly and mottled. Walking dead. One of them turns to where Aviva and Andrew are lying in the grass, just out of sight.