Shane Walking Dead Novels & Stories

I hadn’t even realized before now how many had come out to the island, but it was quite crowded up here. “All right, there will be one more more meeting before you all go out, bring the vamps up to speed. I can’t promise Godfrey and Dina won’t just show up and make it a blood bath, I think they’re both too tired of the shit already. But we can’t be that stupid, they probably expect us to just go in with our balls out ready to throw down,” Shane said, straight faced. I forgot how forward he is sometimes, but he holds your attention. Unfortunately mine was already gone, stuck on the fact that I may be able to spend the day with Meadow. How could I impress her? Maybe have a lunch date?

"Listen up everybody, I have an important announcement to make. This is Nicole parish. Some of you know her, some of you don't, but the thing is, she's gonna work for me as one of my baiters and I expect all of you to show her the amount of respect that she deserves as a women and get her any help she can get in order to settle in." Shane spoke with a firm dangerous tone and I caught some of the people in the room glanced at each other before looking back at us. Or rather me. "Even though she's drake parish's daughter and he's still alive out there, don't worry about any of it cos he's not a threat anymore. Why?" He made eye contact with me and smiled.

"I'm giving you one last chance to back down and go back to your villages. You're clearly outnumbered and this is not a fight we are willing to give in." A few wolves started to shift back to their human forms as soon as they put their eyes on Shane's body. Others kept looking at her petrified. "Think well before you decide to continue. Look at him." she tossed the body of the man in front of her feet. "This is what happens when we try to change what's already good, when we try to be much more than we are and deserve to be." she continued. "Shane is dead because he thought he was better than everyone else. That we shouldn't hide from the world. But we are living well. We have everything we n

Shane spoke to his sleeping body, turning around as he exited the room. Delaney was right outside waiting for him, two more men with her while she had her mouth sucking on her index. Anxiousness eating deep on her system as she paced around the hallway. The door opened with Shane coming out of Theodore’s room, a smug smile on his face as he munched on the chips he has with him. “Done.” He simply muttered, glancing towards the rigid men rooted to a spot. “Get in there and move him for transport.” Shane said to them, thumb pointing back to the room.

Meanwhile, someone secretly over hears the conversation and leaves from there without uttering a word. Emma and Shane were enjoying the feast, teasing and talking and feeding each other. They then do binge watching and end up having a sleepover. On the other hand, Shawn broken and vulnerable starts walking from her house on streets leaving his car in their compound only. He was walking bluntly not knowing where to go and to whom. He walked around a kilometre when a fancy lavish car in black stops near him. He decides to ignore and was about to walk out from there but was stopped by someone. “Shawn… where the hell do you think you are going?”, a voice filled with concern and anger booms in hi

Shane walked in and bowed his head, “I’m happy you are home Luna Selene and I’m happy to see you want to eat Luna Nahla. He rolled in a cart full of all sorts of food and the girls helped him set the table. There were eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, club sandwiches, homemade pizza, fresh bread, fresh orange juice and milk. “Will you be joining us Shane?”, Nahla asked. “No thank you Luna, I have to fetch my daughter from the sitter. “Aww, what is her name?”, Selene excitedly asked. “Ava, she's a month old”, Shane smiled sadly. His mate Isla passed away during child birth, Selene read his mind. “We’re here if you ever want to talk or need a babysitter”, Selene smiled at him. “I can eat a co

I step in through the doors of the stadium, and the sight that welcomes me brings a scream of horror out of my vocals because there on the rink is Shane, lying on the ice with a large puddle of blood flooding around him, gusting out from his head and other parts of his body and lastly, he’s lifeless. He’s dead.

Shawna said mumbling to herself as she push the kids in the direction back to the opening where they came from. “Shawna wait, we can’t go back there. If we go back you will never see your boys again. Didn't you tell the doc you would rather die out here free, then to be a prisoner in there.” “Bitch did you see the same hole I just saw? Them is dead bodies in there, not Halloween skeletons, but real-life fucking human skeleton bones. And I didn’t mean any of that shit that told that man, I was just talking shit in the moment. I don’t want to fucking die at all.” Shawna said, still walking. Tavie hurried to catch up with her. “Shawna, you know damn well we can’t go back, listen you got your ow

before walking out of the room. "Lorenz no ...Lorenz please!!" I wailed, trying to get up from the ground and run after him to make him understand but got kicked back down. "It would've been better if you just agreed to abort the baby Angela" Shane said, stalking toward me with a sickening smile on his face and crouched down in front of me. I flinched when he reached out his hand, making his smile widen in delight. He ran his fingers through my tangled hair before roughly pulling my head back with it.

Shane walked beside me, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, his gait casual but deliberate, like he was waiting for the right moment to say something. “Aurora,” he finally muttered, casting me a side glance, his lips twitching into something between a smirk and a frown. “I don’t think we should go any further.” He slowed his pace slightly, his gaze flicking toward the trees beyond the gardens, shadows stretching between their trunks as night crept in. “Caleb would skin me alive if he thought I was leading you into danger.” I stopped walking and turned to face him, crossing my arms over my chest. “Shane, I’m home.” My voice was steady, unwavering. “I’m not in any danger.”