Rick's Son On Walking Dead Novels & Stories

“Ralph was someone’s son!” The pathetic Lycan looked up, hoping to catch one last glimpse of the sun with his eyes but he saw nothing. His head disconnected from his body as Jake dropped the knife on his neck. The last Lycan cried in agony and it must be the most pleasing thing I’ve ever heard. Beatrice slapped his face, making him shut up. “Logan has even messed with my son before. How dare you complain!” “Let him mourn Beatrice. It’s the least a father can do.” Chris told her, stooping to the Lycan.

" I moved behind my son and let the slick head of my cock nestle at his ring. I looked out and saw Frank and Paul, now naked, watching. I held Rick's hips as I pressed in, opening his hole and letting it clutch the head of my cock. "Fuck me, dad, fuck my ass." Rick groaned. We had plenty of lube so my cock slid in to the hilt. I reached around and caressed Rick's hard cock as I pulled back and started fucking my son. He was not as tight as Paul and Frank, he's done it more, but he felt good. Over the fence, Frank had Paul on the lounge and his son's legs over his shoulders and his cock up the teenager's hot young ass.

His hand extended toward me. For a moment I hesitated, but his eyes locked onto mine, pulling me in with a force I couldn’t resist. My fingers slipped into his, and warmth spread through me as he drew me effortlessly to my feet. Together, we turned away, ready to leave the hall of glaring eyes. But then... “The people are never going to accept her, Maverick.” We both stopped. I turned and saw Travis, his Beta, calmly step forward. His gaze lingered on me like I was filth smeared across the floor. “I don’t know what this little experiment is,” he continued, “but you need to stop. She’s a vampire. An enemy. A vermin who needs to be killed.”

His voice dropped the teasing tone instantly, eyes scanning my shoulder like he could will the pain away. “I’m fine,” I muttered, rubbing the spot. “Just… maybe not built for being hauled around like a sack of rice.” From across the hall, Jaxon stepped up, smirk in place but voice dripping with mock seriousness. “Smooth, Rick. Real smooth. What’s next? You gonna drop her down the stairs for fun?” Rick shot him a glare. “It was an accident.” “Uh-huh,” Jaxon drawled, folding his arms. “Step one: kidnap the lady. Step two: concuss her. Step three: explain to Grey why his girl’s walking around with a bruise shaped like your damn doorway.”

I would like to introduce you to RYKER, his wolf CHRISTOPHER and his vampire JACK he is an Alpha Werewolf-Vampire hybrid, he is the eldest son of Princess Scarlett and former Alpha Wade of the Blue Moon Pack, no one knows this but his mother, father, grandparents and Theodore's mate Tina the Alpha's daughter. Being the son of an Alpha makes his wolf Christopher an Alpha and therefore makes him stronger than a normal werewolf. His vampire Jack is not very strong but is the source of Ryker's hybrid gift of sight. He is on a journey to find his mother, who was taken by someone that was meant to protect her. Ryker has been having dreams of his mother and a mystery female. Little does he know he

“I didn’t promise I was going to leave him alone. Besides, what did you think was going to happen? He’s a lycan. From when he’s little to when he becomes a teenager, he’s going to notice the disparity between our strengths. He’s going to see how strong he is, how fast he heals. What are you going to do about that? Do you want him as a son? I’ve already told you, if you want a child, we can make a child.” “I don’t want one,” I yelled, then clenched my fists and growled at him. “I just wanted the boy.” “Why?” he yelled. “What is so special about him that you want him for?” “What I want to do with the boy is my business, Rick, not yours. How about you let me handle the little boy, and I’ll have

His pack with ours. “Rick” Christian called as he met the cold eyes of the young boy, surprisingly, they were able to work the adoption, so he’s now the alpha's little brother, well, that works because Chris is kinda related to him, a story I was able to force out of Christian. Chris’ mom was from the Crimson moon pack.

I want to break bones right now. "Which punk dared to pull of such a stunt in my pack!!Who dares defy the order of our ancestors. I have to banish him. Let him serve as a lesson for everyone.!" I'm boiling like hot lava. "No uncle Luke. It's no one from our pack. It's Ethan Gray. Alpha Daryl Gray's son. From the Grayhound pack."

“June, you should go to the lobby. A patient’s family is causing a scene and they keep asking for you.” Rick and his fucking family again? I mumbled a thank you to her and went to the lobby like she said. There standing with his mother, sister and wife was Rick. When he saw me, he smirked wickedly like he had me where he wanted me. And worse, he had an unconscious Angel on a wheelchair. My heart stopped, this man would risk his daughter’s life just to put me in trouble?

These were the exact words his sister had said to him. So, they were together to kill him? Ricky’s lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile as he continued, his voice dripping with malice. "And not just you. I want Damon Greyson, Chen Dankworth, Shawn Hansley, and Greg Kingston—everyone dead." Dean’s pupils constricted slightly. "But they’re major figures in your world." Ricky scoffed, his tone thick with hatred. "So what? Do you have any idea what they did to my parents?"