Secrets Walking Dead Novels & Stories

The world ended in blood, screams, and the dead refusing to stay dead. Violet should have been just another survivor. Instead, the infected hesitate when they see her. They stop. They watch. And sometimes… they let her live. Violet doesn’t know why, and she’s not sure she wants the answer. All she knows is that survival means staying close to the people she has left—and keeping the impossible things happening around her from becoming one more reason for someone to fear her. Then she meets Kaden. Quiet, capable, and carrying secrets of his own, Kaden doesn’t look at Violet like she’s a monster. He looks at her like she’s a mystery worth understanding. As the two are pushed c

The candlelight couldn’t reach her features. “You carry more than grief, child,” she said, her voice now layered with something ancient. “You carry a secret.” “I don’t— I don’t know what you mean,” my throat clenches, fists balling at my sides. “You will,” the voice says, “you must survive the awakening first.” Then everything went still. The candles steadied. The air lightened. I could breathe again. Madame Wanda blinked, her face returning to normal. She looked exhausted, as if something had drained her completely. She slumped back in her chair, eyes wide.

Secrets nested within secrets. The weight of the discovery presses against me. My pride and curiosity wrestle with fear and caution. Should I confront Cassian with what I’ve found? Or continue to explore, piecing together the fragments of a life that feels both intimately connected to him and dangerously unknown? Every step further into the wing magnifies the risk, yet retreat feels like failure.

We have become so close we are talking in the direction of asking permission so we can be each others 2nd chance mates. Shawn's mate died when they were 6. Car accident out in town, she was human but that doesn't make it anymore sad then it already is. We have to ask permission from the Alpha and Luna. Then the council. I knew Jackson's parents would agree but now with Alpha dead we would have to wait until a new Alpha, meaning Jackson would come in to power. I turned to grab my basket full of bags of seeds when I saw a limo pass by us as they slammed on their brakes and came to a halt at the end of my property.

I narrowed my eyes at him, watching as he stood up and let out a groan, "can you take me to that girl? I nodded, standing up as well. I then began walking in the direction of the basement with him following me quietly and closely behind. After a few more steps, I opened the mental door, revealing the girl who was sitting on a chair with her eyes closed, her head thrown back and soft snores coming out from her. Maybe I left her out there for too long? "Athena?" The name flew out of Alessio's mouth which made me furrow my brows in confusion. He walked towards her, taking rather large steps, "fucking hell," he breathed out once he was standing right in front of her, "is she dead?"

*** We adjusted ourselves back in her Brand-new black SUV which her dad’s chauffeur was driving, we kept talking about good stuff till we reached there, at a Great Grand Atrium, downtown. So far LA was treating me so good but the constant depression of Liam’s further approach was killing me, I didn’t if he knew about my escape or he never made it home till today or was he already here with a plan, wait, how would he know where I’m. I left everything behind but...whoever knew? This is a city of angels but devils could also roam freely and that’s the fear. “I’m marrying this week!” Eliana exclaimed loudly, getting mine and so did chauffeur’s attention in one go.

We move forward, staying close and watching for any sign of movement. As we approach the entrance, I catch a glimpse of something through a broken window—a flicker of movement, a flash of light. My pulse quickens, and I signal to Luke. “There’s something inside,” I whisper. “We need to check it out.” Luke nods, and we carefully make our way inside. The warehouse is a labyrinth of shadows and debris, the air thick with dust and the remnants of old machinery. We move quietly, our senses alert for any sign of danger.

I stayed. One night, after Caleb left on yet another late errand, I found it: a yellowed paper taped under a drawer in his study. With trembling fingers I unfolded it. Scribbled in hurried ink were words I’d hate forever: “Warehouse 12, Redwood Drive – midnight, all meat ready for transporting.” Below it, a single key was taped under the wood. My pulse thundered. A secret warehouse. Meat was what they called people I couldn't believe it, surely Caleb couldn't do something so horrible.

He raised his voice and I so badly wanted to give him that, to make him trust me, but there was nothing. I took a hesitant step closer, cautiously drawn in by his seemingly trusting demeanor. His voice dropped to a low, almost conspiratorial whisper as he leaned toward me. "I'll tell you a secret," he murmured, his tone filled with a deceptive vulnerability. "This place holds more horrors than you can imagine. Dark secrets lie within these walls, secrets that could tear your world apart."

"Not coming to what?" Luke Collins had come out of the shower. Droplets slid from his damp hair and vanished into the folds of his robe. The fabric clung to his frame, outlining his toned body. "It's just a party." I hurriedly ended the call, trying to avoid him and leave the balcony. 'Actually, it's my wedding,' I thought. His hand shot out, pulling me gently against him. The familiar warmth seeped through my clothes, stirring an ache in my chest. He chuckled, "Were you talking to Mike? Did you spill our secret?"