Series Finale Walking Dead Novels & Stories

He clenched his fists, forcing himself to focus. Slowly, the zombies began to move, shuffling toward the designated points. The soldiers watched in awe and trepidation, their fingers hovering over their triggers. In the distance, the sun began to rise, casting a pale light over the blood-soaked battlefield. Luke stood beside Mira, his parents at his back, as they watched Bayo lead the undead to their doom. “Whatever happens next,” Mira whispered, “we face it together.” Luke nodded, his jaw set. “Together.”

C managed to catch it right out of the air, and it happened so fast I didn't even see him make a move. The metal hissed against his palm. Every hunter instantly shifted formation. Not around him. Around me. Target acquisition. My stomach dropped. Not captive. Not victim. Threat. There it was. The final illusion dying quietly inside my ribs. There was no going back. Elias’s voice echoed coldly through the cathedral. “Selene Virell is deceased.” The words hit harder than any weapon. “She ceased to be human the moment she turned.” Some of the hunters glanced at each other uncertainly - I knew a few of them, we had been through training together, and we had been wounded together too.

"She can die out there for all I care." The call ended. *** My body still lay at the intersection. The crowd was gone. Only the driver stayed beside me. My lips had turned purple. So had my fingers, curled stiff against the frozen ground. Dirt and ice were packed under my nails.

Dante held me as if I might vanish, but I no longer had the strength to push him away. Professor Shaw came to my side. “Aria, can you hear me?” I looked at her through the blur. “My baby…” Her expression changed, but her voice stayed steady. “We’re taking you to the institute medical center now.” As they lifted me onto the stretcher, Dante tried to follow. Professor Shaw stopped him with one look. “You had your chance to protect her.” The last thing I saw before darkness took me was Dante standing in the hall, covered in my blood, while the wedding ring box lay open at his feet.

With a renewed burst of strength, she delivered a final, decisive blow to the creature's weak spot. The creature let out a final, deafening roar, its body convulsing in its death throes. It collapsed to the ground, lifeless and defeated. The battlefield fell silent as the remnants of the immortals and vampires stared in awe and exhaustion. Fleur stood amidst the wreckage, her chest heaving with exertion. She glanced around, searching for Zeeb. She found him, battered and bloodied but alive, standing tall among the fallen. Their eyes met, and a sense of relief washed over them.

I needed to make sure that there was no way she was coming back. Her vampires crumble around her, their bodies slowly turning to ash and drifting away in the night breeze. I hear cheers from the other side of the packhouse, but there had still been many lives lost. “You did it.” Tasha speaks with a smile and all I can do is nod my head as I stared at the remnants of Amber. When I look to Daryl, he is still staring at me. “I did it Daryl, she is dead.” I mutter through a mind link and all he does is nod his head.

"But you chose the path of darkness. It is time for the light to prevail." Zeke struck the final blow, ending Devin's reign of terror once and for all. As Devin's body fell to the ground, lifeless and defeated, a profound silence settled upon the battlefield. The air, heavy with the weight of their conflict, seemed to sigh in relief, as if it too had longed for this moment of closure.

END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.

Lucien snapped as he smiled at me and threw a shotgun at me. It was like a shooting spree where the main character tried to not get killed by the villian and making sure to shoot the villian on their chest. It was messy but it was all going in our favor until… one of the dread walkers grabbed me by my neck and formed a barrier between us and the ongoing war. ‘So, this is the end. I won’t even have a chance to enjoy life before I die. Welp!’ I thought as I closed my eyes ready for the death to come when a memory suddenly hit me, it was like a vision cause the memory doesn’t belong to me.

On the day of my mother's funeral, I sat outside the chapel, crying so hard I could barely stand. Three days earlier, my father had told me she'd died in a car accident. He said her body was so badly damaged that I shouldn't see it. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I believed him. I put on a black dress and sat beside her casket all night. Ten minutes before the cremation, my phone buzzed. A notification popped up for a hotel livestream. I opened it and froze. My mother was on the screen in an evening gown, smiling as my younger sister, Nina Whitmore, handed her a glass of champagne. My father sat beside her, his eyes red. "From now on, Nina doesn't have to live in Evelyn's shadow or suffer