Paul Rovia Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.

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.

Several vehicles stopped in front of the warehouse. His smile disappeared. “What?” One of his men rushed inside. “Mr. Paul!” “What happened?” “There are vehicles outside.” “How many?” “We don't know.” Paul immediately reached for his phone. His screen showed no signal. He looked toward the warehouse doors. Then— BANG! The doors flew open. Lucas walked inside. Behind him stood Xavier and several heavily trained men. Paul stared at him in disbelief. “How did you find me?” Lucas didn't answer. His eyes went directly to Stella.

Your death not only caused pain to Paul but also left a thorn in Rorr’s heart. ‘If you’re watching from heaven, please bless Rorr and let him recover his main personality as soon as possible.’ Paul stayed in front of Coral’s grave for half an hour before leaving with Adam. Back at the castle, as soon as the two entered the house, they saw Rory coming down from upstairs. He wore black loungewear, and his bangs were slightly long, almost covering his eyes. A trace of surprise flashed in Rory’s eyes when he saw the man next to Adam. He hesitated for a moment before saying, “Paul?”

“A vampire? Are you trying to play some sort of trick on me?” “No,” Paul says simply. Either he’s telling the truth or he has a perfect poker face. “I’m being serious, Rose. Vampires are real and they’ve been around for thousands of years.” Now I’m concerned with Paul’s health. “Are you on drugs or do you really believe that?” “Felix, help me out here,” Paul practically begs, annoyed that I don’t believe him. You’d have to be crazy to believe it so I guess I’m not as crazy as I thought.