Paul Rovia Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Pace whines until he stops breathing. Pandora stands up looking at Midnight and Rogue on two legs snapping and clawing at each other. Rogue lets out a loud howl. She sees blood gushing out of his neck. Midnight goes down on all four of his legs with a piece of Rogue’s meat in his mouth. Midnight runs behind a tree. Pandora is standing in front of the tree looking at Paulo walking toward her then he stops. Alpha Larkin walks from the tree looking at the young man. “Paulo isn’t a bad man. He wants his son. The next time your ass runs off don’t call or come back to the pack.” He walks off.

My eyes were fixated on Lloyd Zwick, but Paul grabbed my arm before I could take another step. “We should call this in,” he said. I wiggled out of his hold, but he kept an unflappable grip on me. “He could still be alive,” I said, my voice shaking. “He’s dead, Rory.” Paul drew out his phone, used its torch to provide additional light to the room. I gasped at the sight that bombarded us. On Zwick’s forehead was a carving of the six-pointed star, and his chest had a huge hole, just right on where his heart should be.

Andre said. Paul stood up and suddenly everything started to spin. Pain suddenly started from his feet and rose to his head. He collapsed in a fetal position to the ground. Andre rushed over to him. Paul could not hear anything he was saying. Suddenly the pain dissipated as quickly as it started. Andre helped him to his feet. Paul let out a low angry growl, "A witch! She was a fucking witch!" Paul said with so much anger that he was shaking. He would not rest until he killed that bitch.

Koa’s widened eyes connected with Rosalie's as he stared at her in disbelief before he dropped to the floor slipping into a forever-lasting death. “Now I’m satisfied.” … “What do we have here?” A familiar voice caused the twins to turn around and they immediately recognized the person, “Sorry I missed the funeral,” Paul said as the twins growled at him, “You have some nerve showing up here,” Giovanni gritted through his teeth as Paul smirked, “Just wanted to stop by and see which one of you is still alive, I guess Mel and Ben didn’t make the cut,” he taunted causing Genesis to step forward.

Isaac nodded and they both picked up an end of the rogue and lifted him off the gurney. In the blink of an eye Paul reached up and tore out Isaac's throat. Poor Isaac wasn't even aware of what had happened. His lifeless body crumpled to the ground. The orderlies were horrified. They were just Omegas and could never hope to overpower this insane Were. They ran, but not fast enough. Paul grabbed the arm of one and slammed him into a wall and then used his motionless body to throw at the escaping orderly who fell quickly. He was able to do all of this with David still holding tightly to his legs.

“No offense, Alpha, but you sound ridiculous.” I could feel anger bubbling inside of me; though, part of me knew they were right. I didn’t think Jazzy was going to give us any answers and now that Paul was dead, the issues should be resolved. But I still had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Just because Paul was dead didn’t mean there weren’t any others. He still had a bunch of rogues on his side and most of them fled when they realized they couldn’t win the fight against a Volana wolf.

“First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Paul and I’m in the military. I am one of the experimented lots for the war against the werewolves in the human world.” “Hi Paul!” everyone greeted. “Thank you.” He replied with a smile and continued. “I was supposed to be killed with the lots that were failed experiments but I escaped and have been in hiding since then. I have lived amongst the crazies for many years watching and waiting for this moment.” “Wow!” Raul exclaimed. “But how did you know me then?” Tom was inquisitive. “I have been watching you for many years now. The meetings you have held in bonfires with your werewolf spies and members. Long before Raul joined in and you took

I pulled Paul deeper into the woods and continued to walk as I heard the man tell the officer on the phone what happened. “Umm, Vampires just aren’t real,” Paul said as he looked at me funny then went to pick his nails and bite on them. He was starting to look bored, so I was hoping he would leave soon… That is, until I had the funniest plan ever. I slowly came to a stop and faced him. “What? What is it?”

“Understood, my lord. I’ll find a way to send word. I’ll use the raven.” “Yes. Use the raven. Make it quick. I want them here within a month. One will live in the werewolf realm. We need a strong arch-demon who won’t be detected as a spy or threat.” “And Daksha,” Roosevelt added, “find someone. Not too weak, not too powerful. Someone close to their leaders whose body we can use.” Daksha said, “There’s a vampire named Paul. He often fights alongside with the king of the elves.” “Good. Paul it is. The moment Kelvin arrives, he goes to the wolf realm, eliminates Paul, and start living Paul's life as a vampire.”

“Joining the mafia of Davon is not my choice anymore… I will try to escape from this nightmare.” PAUL VICTORIA has only some hours before deciding whether if he would sign or not. It was lunchtime when he decided to go home to his apartment and determine what tremendously matters. Upon arriving at the parking lot of his apartment. The aisle is as typical as an everyday scenario. Nonetheless, Paul’s body froze from the presence of unknown men in front of his door. He dropped his lunch on the floor, which caught the attention of the men. Paul takes few steps as he gradually runs away. The men have some knife and gun loaded inside their vest.