Paul Rovia Walking Dead Novels & Stories

"We're going back to the others. We're going to head back to St. Vlad's tonight." I started walking in the direction of the store. I walked slower than normal simply because Pavlov was still processing what had occurred in the clearing. I'd stopped, first, to grab my duster in my jaws before moving out of the clearing, scanning the area for any more danger. I didn't smell any more decaying flesh so I didn't think there were any more Strigoi around, and Roza was taking care of the Pricolici.

He hits the marble stage, and for six seconds, the Alpha of Dead Wolves is dead. Rook Castiel. Necro-wolf. He buried his whole pack three years ago when Blood Rot took them, and now he rules the graveyard territory alone. They say his wolf died with them and he’s been piloting the corpse ever since. I just proved them wrong. I killed him, and for six seconds, he stayed dead. “Is he dead?” someone screams from the crowd, but the words sound like they’re coming through water.

Olivia was surprised to see him back, she thought she would finally have some moments of peace, but he was back in a few hours already. “Listen! We can’t keep doing this,” Paul mumbled as he got on the bed and sat with his knees spread across her chest, “I am sorry!” he tilted his face and then wrapped his fingers around her neck. He didn’t look away from her eyes, the fear of seeing death on top of her had made him feel like an owner of her life. He gritted his teeth and didn’t forget to smirk when Olivia’s eyes started to roll back and soon, she had closed her eyes forever.

He immediately called Olivia's name, who rushed to Chloe's room. Olivia desperately tried to heal Chloe, but nothing happened. She tried other spells to find out what was happening, but none of them could wake up Chloe. Chloe was alive but barely had heartbeats. Olivia decided to send Paul to bring Agatha there, convinced that with her help, they could do something for Chloe. In five minutes Paul was ready, put his pack on his back, and ran to Edenwall. When he stopped to rest for a little while, he saw the blood that seemed fresh on a tree next to him. He put his fingers on it, smelled and tasted it. Paul could instantly know that it belonged to a wounded werewolf.

Isla teased, grinning. “Y’all ain’t shit,” Tamara said, laughing. “Speaking of weird shit,” Isla said, changing the subject. “Paul’s kind of creeping me out.” “Paul?” Sade asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah,” Isla said. “He’s a nice guy, but he’s… I don’t know. A little off. Like, the way he stares sometimes? It’s giving serial killer vibes.” Dre burst out laughing. “Yo, Paul’s not a serial killer. He’s just… Paul. He’s a little weird, I’ll give you that.”

A werewolf that is both linked and a blood donor to a vampire would gain enhanced powers just as a human did … Instead of speaking about things that we could only speculate on, we lay quietly in each other's arms until I heard Mara's tentative thoughts. "You guys are really quiet now. Is everything okay? With all that growling you two were making, you didn't … eat each other, did you?" I chuckled, and Paul looked up at me curiously. I explained what Mara had said, and he smiled tiredly and slipped from my body. His knot was gone. I assured Mara that we were just fine and then told her to go ahead and go home. We'd be back at the house shortly.

“He’s mine. And if you don’t back the fuck off, they’ll be picking your brains off the pavement.” His voice is loud enough that I see movement in the trailers around us, curtains shifting, doors cracking open just slightly, people watching but too afraid to step in. I push myself to my feet, the alcohol making the ground sway beneath me, but I steady quickly. “Paul, just leave.” Paul hesitates, glancing at me, then at Rook, and whatever he sees in Rook’s face is enough to make his decision for him. He nods, his expression unreadable as he steps away, walking off into the night without another word.

Third Person's POV Two burly werewolves materialized from the shadows. Like they were hauling away a sack of trash, they hoisted the wailing Paul off the ground and dragged him toward the parking lot. "Professor! Save me! Professor!" Paul shrieked, reaching a desperate hand toward Veronica, his fingers clawing uselessly at the empty air.

“I'll just hear what he has to say.“ “Goodnight, Mane.“ “Goodnight, Luna.“ I entered the pack house and went straight to his office. “You're done?“ “Yes. We walked all the houses.' “Good job, baby. I'm very proud of you.“ I beamed. “I'll be going to bed now.“ “I'll join you in twenty minutes. I just need to round some things up. Mane didn't follow you back.“ “He did. He's talking to a man that he saw in the woods.“ “I'm sure he'll tell me what it is about tomorrow.“ “Yes.“ “Go on, baby.“ I stripped out of my clothes once I reached the room. I had a shower and hit the bed immediately. All of a sudden, I saw Paul. First he was smiling, then he was bleeding. Then he was reaching out for me. I h

Despite the fact present in front of me, I silently hope for my thoughts to be proved wrong. Paul silently asks me the permission and I signal him to proceed. I watch him as he opens the door and gets Leo out of the car. He then reaches to the driver's seat and carries Christopher out of it. Both of them are badly hurt. I close my eyes and hold my breath when Paul advances to check their breathings. "Richard, he is dead," Paul says in a dejected tone, and I snap my eyes open to see who he is talking about. I pray it to be Leo, but when I see Paul bend down next to Christopher, my heart almost stops beating.