Paul Rovia Walking Dead Novels & Stories

“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!”

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.

She was shut up by that strange man, causing me to back away for a moment. PAULINE TERRY’S POV I instantly panicked before I decided to step in, “U-Uh what are you going to do with her, mister?” Biting my lower lip, I pretended to lean in, trying to make Rosita think that he was whispering to me as he was narrating to me what we should do in the mind link. ‘Never go to dark places, she’s prone to danger because of that, you do remember that Pearl is surrounded by numerous vampires, right?’ Alpha firmly told me on the mind link.

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.

"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."

Seated in the Alpha’s office was Alpha Paul, a tall dark man with curly hair, chiseled jaw, brown eyes complimenting his eloquent face. “What brings you here Alpha” Sherlock asked looking at the 35 year old man with an awesome build up, his perfect body and his strong face. “I heard of the rogue attack on my way here, I guess you could already tell how big they are. I am not here to blander but you know that this is not a time to claim being the strongest pack, something is coming and you know it” Alpha Paul said moving straight to the point. He was never one to beat around in a conversation.

Damon protested, "But killing Paul was a mission Greensource assigned to me, and the bastard humiliated me before! It's not too much for me to go after his life." The man in the black robes kicked Damon sharply, sending him flying before crashing against a wall. "Your life belongs to me. I'm not going to repeat myself another time. I hope you won't let me down." Damon clutched his stomach, rolling around on the ground in pain. Eventually, he crawled up into a kneeling position by the man's feet. "Yes, Master. I know." Over in the lab, Paul said, "Mister Ralph, I just received news that the virus killed Bari."

Chances are, he’s bringing her straight to that spot I’m thinking of. Paul was a diehard traditionalist. He must be taking Rhea on a cultural tour; introducing our dead ancestors, showing her the suffering of the Lunas in the Hall of Ancestors, and most likely... showing her the hole dug especially for her on the hilltop. Damn you, Paul. White showed through my fingers, tight as stone. Dangerous doesn’t even name what Paul truly is. Age never slowed him, power sat deep in his seat at the table. Only he would slip threats like poison when I wasn’t looking. His aim? Break Rhea apart inside, piece by quiet piece, long before the crown ever touched skin.

Sicilia hurried back to the SUV as soon as Aurora gave the all clear that the museum was vacated from all Vampires, other than the ash variety. She’d done everything she could to help Paul out before her hunt started, but when she’d had to let him go to concentrate on the attack, he was still struggling. “Talk to me, Paul. How’s it going?” she asked as she climbed into the passenger’s seat, hoping to get a little bit of peace before the rest of the team got back to the vehicle.