Ron Anderson Walking Dead Novels & Stories

My heart sank, and I instinctively tried to step away, but he was already striding toward me. "Ella!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the chatter. "It's really you! You're not dead!" Everyone around turned to look. Their gazes were full of curiosity and scrutiny. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. "Signor, you've got the wrong person," I said coldly. "I'm Luna Kane, not Ella." "Wrong person?" Vincenzo laughed. His voice dripped with madness. "You can change your name, your hair, everything, but I know you. I'll never forget your eyes, your nose, and the corner of your mouth."

Six years after my younger brother and my fiancée passed away, I picked out a grave for myself. Before my final visit to their graves, my mother suddenly said, “Miles, you don’t have to go this year. The truth is that they never died.” I was startled for a moment before the two of them walked right out of my brother’s room. My brother, Sean, put on a teasing smile as he draped an arm around the woman beside him. “I won the bet! I told you my brother would never figure it out. “Who’s going to be on top tonight, huh, Vera?” My so-called late fiancée, who used to cry whenever she saw me suffer even the slightest grievance, looked at me with open disdain. “He’s just too stupid. We’ve been

The werewolf walked away from the dilapidated hall. As soon as Brook-ta-man ceased to feel the presence of the ancient, he immediately rushed to Eliza. After examining her, he saw that Eliza's spine was broken. Alud looked ruefully at the worried vampire and went to the center of the hall to see if Conrod was still alive. Conrod lay in a large pool of blood of Amon-ankh-Ptah, the body of the ancient still twitching and slowly drying up. When Alud came closer, he saw Konrod with burning eyes greedily drinking blood from a puddle. Alud stood up as if rooted to the spot. Conrod turned dark and greedily drank the ancient blood. His broken bones were set back into place before his eyes. Conrod ab

Noir looked back occasionally, revealing a trace of worry in his eyes. “What do you think?” Before he could finish, a hand patted his shoulder, and a familiar voice sounded in his ear. Noir turned around in joy. It was Andrius. “Andy! You’re finally back!” Noir thought of the dangerous scene earlier and felt some lingering fear, asking curiously, “That vampire was incredibly powerful. How did you escape? Did you defeat him?” Andrius shook his head with a wry smile. “I don’t have that capability.”

4 hours earlier - Andrea's eyes opened accompanied by a head-splitting headache. She tried to get up but found that she could not move. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, she was in a cage? Inside a warehouse. She wasn't tied, so the first thing she did was try to break the cage. It didn't budge, It was made of silver alloy. The air smelled musty, mixed with the scent of wolves. It looked like she was underground, which explained why she couldn't contact Ruben. The sound of footsteps alerted her. Two men were approaching.

The whole drive everyone is quite even Grayson. "Is everything okay?" Edward asks me I just nod my head. I don't want to talk about it with Emelia and Derric in the car. I don’t want them to feel bad. Let me take this time to tell you more about me. My name Is Andrew Walker. I am the Beta of the Dark moon pack. My best friends are Derric and Edward. I am 300 years old. I am also a big romantic since I had wonderful parents that are still together and still love each other. I want the whole married with lots of children since I was an only child. I want the white picket fence. I believe everyone is beautiful in their own way

“Drop your weapons.” They all dropped their weapons and slowly backed away from Hera and Anderson. I also slowly made my way down the small hill, still gripping Norman’s neck with my forearm. Anderson looked at me with crazed eyes, his hair disheveled and his forehead stained with dried blood. “Anderson, let’s talk about this. You don’t have to do this, man,” I said in a pleading voice. He tightened his grip on Hera, the blade making contact with her delicate skin, drawing out a little bit of blood.

Audrey and a small team of Smoke-Walkers—whose wolf-blood provided a high metabolic resistance to the pheromones—had to crawl through the city’s secondary ducts, which were already being choked by white, spider-web-like fungi. In the dark of the vents, Audrey encountered a "Drowned" man—a Glass-Walker who had been taken by the forest weeks ago. He stood in the ventilation shaft, his skin replaced by thick bark, his eyes glowing with a soft, bioluminescent amber. He didn't attack; he just stood there, a living statue.

In no time at all, he was convulsing on the ground. Spencer pointed at Sandra furiously. “I believed you…” Andy said, “Were you aware that she can use poison, Grand-uncle?” The terminally ill Sandra seemed to have gone through a complete transformation. Her zombie-like face was slowly recovering and color was gradually returning to her face. She stood up from the recliner in an imposing and majestic manner. Andy motioned to Roxie with her eyes. “Attack.” They both leaped into the air. In the living room.

Neither Andrew nor the other vampires seemed to care about the stars on them as they walked straight to where Jonas was. Andrew had a dark and stern gaze as he approached Jonas. "I've heard about the murder of my elites and I'm here to find out who killed them." He growled in anger. It was okay to say that he was looking more powerful this time around with his dark aura. To others, it was possible to scare them off but I don't think it had much effect on me as I had encountered such a great number of times.