Ron Anderson Walking Dead Novels & Stories

I tell them as bring Ash onto my lap. "Myself, Chris and also Nate here are known as Lycans, Ash here is a werewolf shifter, and is pretty much the last of her kind." I say as Kim and Toni both look at me with wide eyes. "So, it's true then." We hear Paul say as he walks over to me and Ash and puts the back of his hand to her fourhead. A low growl slips mast my lips as another male is touching my mate. "What the hell are you talking about?" Kim shouts with tears in her eyes.

My blood was firing through my body, my wolf growling at me from under my skin. It got worse as Andrea's naked body filled my mind. And it became ever harder to walk.... If you know what I mean. The entire hotel was surrounded by vamps here to protect her. Their stench was a putrid waft into my face ever corner I turned. Meaning... She'll be there when I get back so I really needed to stop fast walking like a crazy lunatic whose never seem a naked woman in his life. I mean none of the other girls could ever compare to Andrea. But seriously, I needed to chill.

body still refused to yield to her pleas . Her attempt was once again a futile one. Her eyelids had not opened a bit. She was running out of time. Derek kept on roaring like he was going to die. Though she was very afraid, she knew at the same time that she might just be the only way to salvage the whole situation. Her heart broke the moment she heard Derek trying to justify why he killed those people. That chamber had a memory that he could not yet get over. The alpha king needed to be helped. He needed help desperately, most especially at the moment. The sounds of things that had been smashed on the floor kept on tearing the air apart. Yes. This was the right moment to do the needful. She

That debt had to be settled properly. Three days later, on a stormy night with pouring rain, a battered armored vehicle—barely holding together—smashed through the gates of the villa complex. Callie and Dan crawled out of the car, covered in mud and looking utterly miserable. Behind them, more than a dozen mutated zombies were chasing them. “Help! Is anyone there? Help!” Callie screamed, her voice hoarse. Dan gripped a machete in his hand, but it was useless against mutated zombies.

he urged, pulling Alex to safety as the enemy closed in around them. In a moment of selfless sacrifice, Sergeant O'Connor shielded Alex from the brunt of the enemy's fury, his final words a testament to their shared bond forged in the crucible of war. "Make me proud, Alex," he whispered, his voice barely a whisper as he slipped away, leaving Alex alone amidst the carnage. Amidst the chaos of battle, Alex's scream pierced the air, a primal roar of unleashed fury. His eyes blazed a fiery crimson, the telltale sign of his werewolf nature unleashed. Razor-sharp nails extended from his fingers, ready to rend and tear with lethal precision.

If I faked a pregnancy, I wouldn't have to give blood tonight, right? "Andrew, I'll hang out another time. I want to stay with Sophia," Vincent said, sending him away before crawling into bed beside me, holding me like he was comforting me. I shut my eyes but stayed on high alert. If I fell asleep, he might draw my blood again. The man I married was nothing more than a monster in disguise. I had to leave him. Quietly. Completely.

Gritting his teeth, Calhoun marched forward as he sent bursts of balls towards each of the hycwen that was still attacking the werewolves, sending them scurrying away. Their willpower to fight disappeared as they began to run away to see something unknown and invisible attack them. The werewolves howled as the hycwens began to turn away and run, but Calhoun kept sending small balls of light that had the tiniest fire in them, burning their skin for a short moment as if creating a sting of a honey bee. The sting left all of them jumping on one leg and prancing around trying to get rid of the pain that was beginning to spread from the area that was shot right up to all the nerves in their bodie