Shane Walking Dead Novels & Stories

"He hates us, it's normal I think for a person to say trash before they die" "Believe it or not. Something is coming, something big, I can fucking feel it. Shane was serious about making me pay because he already gave someone the job" "What? even in death. He is still hunting us" "Shane wants us to think we've won and they we let our guards down and when we least expected the enemy strikes. There is always peace before the storm and it looks like, we are gonna be have that peace for a long time maybe a month, two months. It's still uncertain" I said racking my brain.

" I announced to the carriage rider and he bowed before me. "What!" I heard a sudden exclamation from behind making me turn around slowly and my eyes met with Shannon. I could see tears running down her eyes as she shot a stare at me. "What!" She exclaimed again. "You are going back to your pack?" She inquired and from the looks on her face, I could tell that she was broken to her bones. "It's not what you are thinking." I returned quickly. "I have seen how the pack is faring." I tried to explain to her but she would not listen to a word that I had to say as fresh tears poured down slowly from her eyes.

"Sash, I-" The car slammed to a stop and Brooke rolled her eyes. "Did you stall it again?" Brooke asked. "Shit," Sasha swore and Brooke looked ahead and gasped when she saw a figure, illuminated by Sasha's headlights. "What the hell!" She yelled. "Get out of the way!" "Um... Sash, shut up," Brooke muttered. The figure slowly walked towards the car and Brooke gasped. "Oh god. That's impossible. Drive, Sasha! Fucking run him over!"

Also, he can go and catch up with Andrew. While the two of them were walking, Shane was surprised to run into David. He was walking around as if nothing happened. He saw Shane, but didn’t even recognise him from the previous night. Shane could feel the blood boiling in his veins. How could it be possible that he stabbed one student and almost beat another to death, but still walk around carefree. Without thinking about it, Shane bumped into David. Shane was so irritated that he used a little too much force, and he bumped David into the ground. David was livid. Who was the idiot who wanted to die?

There is nothing to kill when death itself would be the one the fight against’’ Shane tells them. ‘’The Luna needs you….. Go’’ Shane commanded. He was so engrossed in crying for the sake of his sister, that he had forgotten the shadows do not take orders from anyone aside from their masters and their mates. ‘’What do we do?’’ Enzo asked. He could feel Chase was getting even more restless as every second clicked by. ‘’We sit and wait. One wrong move and her body would be the one we bring home and not her”’ Shane's words were scary but there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Kim asked with a shaky voice. "You could call me Sean." Sean removed his suit jacket and placed it on the couch, then slowly opened a bottle of wine and poured himself a glass. "Or, you could call me Shane—Shane Kingston." "N-no, no! That's impossible!" Kim panicked. "Shane is dead. I saw his body cremated with my own eyes! There's no way you're Shane. Stop lying!" After finishing the wine, Sean removed his vest and crouched before Kim to straighten his collar.

Shane returned home to find Haley already asleep. Not wanting to disturb her, he quietly retreated from the room and made his way to the wine cellar. He poured himself a glass of red wine, but just as he raised it to his lips, his phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, Shane answered in a cold tone, "This better be important." There was a brief silence on the other end before Dean spoke. "Sir, there’s been an incident. The police just called... William... has committed suicide."

Shane didn’t remind me, though he remembered to do his. As a shifter, we’re harder to kill than an average human. Our rapid healing ability is a big reason why, but being flung through a car window of a sports car being driven at the high speeds Shane likes to would do it. Kill me, that is, and not only me. Will I even make it back to the Dacres? Or will Shane claim I was dead when he came to get me and pin it on the Winter Lake Pack? Our baby has barely even started growing inside me and already he’s treating him or her as if they’re in the way. As if they don’t matter.

As Vincent's soft breathing turned into light snores, I carefully reached for his phone, pressing his finger against the sensor to unlock it. His messages with Emma Ortega popped up immediately. Vincent: [Good news—Sophia might be pregnant. Once we get the baby's umbilical cord blood, you'll be cured.] Emma: [Really? That's amazing! When I'm healthy again, what do you plan to do with her and the child?] Vincent: [Don't worry. Once everything is over, I'll send them away. They won't interfere with your life.]

His pain sank with him to the bottom of the Wood City River. Bethany only learned about Shane’s death from the news the next day. “Why would he do something so desperate? What’s more important than being alive?” She could not help but sigh at how it all ended. Through old classmates, she learned what had happened. Gavin had fled the country, and Yelena and Phoebe had left the Stafford family. After talking with Hudson, Bethany decided to claim Shane’s body as a friend, and she arranged his funeral to give him some dignity in the end.