Rick's Son On Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Seated like he owned the crumbling place, his broad frame splayed lazily on the couch as he scrolled through his phone, fingers adorned with rings that caught the low light of the dusty bulb above. Rick. His maternal uncle. The family’s disgrace, and his father’s greatest enemy. The man who couldn’t bother to attend his sister’s funeral. The man who didn’t even send flowers. “Uncle...?” Drake asked cautiously, his voice a little rough, and a little older than it was a minute ago. Rick looked up, grunted, then went back to his phone. “Just trying to play the good uncle, kid. Thought I’d come see my sweet nephew… maybe for the last time. Honestly, you're grown now. More of a..man”

“What has he got to make you think I still don’t want to fucking end his life?” Rick’s eyes dart sideways, like he is ashamed of his own sympathy. “He’s got a newborn kid.” I relax on my chair. “Go on.” “I mean his uh… his wife just gave birth and he’s got like this fresh kid who – listen boss,” he holds up his hand in surrender, “it’s your call. You want us to kill the dude, that’s what we are going to do. I just think we could bring in him for some kind of … interrogation.”

He turned back and walked toward him until he was standing right in front of him. “That’s a good decision,” he said, patting his back. Ryder’s gaze stayed fixed on the ground, jaw tight. “Now, let’s go kill your dad. He is such a betrayal!” the man sneered, a crazed look flashing in his eyes. Ryder let out a short, bitter laugh with him, and the two of them stepped out of the dark room together. ** “What?” Jake, whose face was buried in his phone, asked Rick, who was standing in front of him. Rick held up the picture of Regina.

I’ve avenged Drake. “Stop!” a new voice calls out. The lycans stop in their tracks. “King Gregory?” one of them wheezes. I look up to see the new would-be king descending the dungeon stairs wearing Shadowglade’s colors. He goes slowly to his sister’s side–the head, not the body–and strokes her hair with a shaking hand. “You truly are a monster,” he whispers. “She’s the monster,” I spit. “She killed my son.” Gregory’s eyebrows draw together in confusion as he looks up at me. “What? The baby? No, we gave him to a good farming family in the north. Who told you Riley killed your son?”

I can't feel that emotion again, not since one of those dogs killed my little brother. " Well it was good while it lasted mutt. You fucked great. But all great things must come to an end. I'll make it quick for you so it wouldn't hurt anymore." I said playfully and pushed my foot down on his neck until I heard the sickening crack. Well, that was one distraction out of the way. "What are we going to do now Essi? The girl has escaped Raphael and from what I've heard Alpha Xavier is ruthless and no one can hold a candle to him." Rick says beside me.

They finally take off the bandage, although we'll have to apply ointment until it's fully healed, but he leaves the doctor's office feeling a bit sore. "Mom, it hurts," he complains. "Let's go home." "Don't you want to go see Lucas and I'll buy you something?" He quickly regains his energy and grabs her hand to go faster. "Lucas?" I ask. Paige waves her hand dismissively. "He's Liv's son, the other girl from the daycare, Jo's sister. We're going to the mall to do Christmas shopping, which, by the way, we need to coordinate."

It crept in like a gust of wind, digging a dagger into the back of your head. Then, from the cracked walls connecting the upper throne room to Zane's room, I heard his voice ring out. “I want her fucking soul…she's a bitch! Just like her mother!” He cursed. “I want bed buried, burned in ashes and that bond she shares with him severed!” I held my breath as another voice rang out, it belonged to an elder in the council. “Your son is a demon lord. Be can never be a part of us. His powers exceeds us!”

“Madam, if you’ve got a screw loose, go get it fixed. “My father is a renowned entrepreneur, and my mother heads a prestigious educational institution. While we may not match the capital’s Reyes family, we’re certainly well-off. “As a valedictorian, my future is already bright. What use do I have for your wealth and prestige? Besides, I’m not even your son!” Lillian’s anger flared. “Shea, what kind of love potion did you feed him? Why is he defending you so fiercely?” I chuckled inwardly. “He’s my biological son. Of course, he’d defend me!” I looked at her, my words ringing clear. “Everyone knows that I, Shea Wilde, gave birth to Neil Ryans. This is my husband, William Ryans.

Sure, we would get more intel on our enemies defenses, but all I really wanted was my daughter back. My husband and eldest son died years ago, making my sweet boy, Ryker, the oldest Alpha and our next leader. He was strong, but he wasn't born for this. He was once carefree, a wise ass jokester, always getting into trouble with Chris. I swear my eldest boy and husband were exhausted chasing after them.

“Just did and tried to keep the rogues away from mom. That was hard cause I had to figure out scent trails and stuff. In the city though scent trails can get messed up really easily just by the sheer fact there are so many.” “Okay, guys he’s going to be handy to have around.” A boy who was named Chris spoke up with a big grin on his face. Clearly the plotter of the group’s mischief. Evan just gives him a toothy grin as he sits in a lounge chair. The others settling back in the places they had been. “I’m sure I can be” Gregory chose this time to step into the room and clear his throat for attention. Aricka’s mind was just reeling from seeing her own son turn into a wolf and where had her lit