Shane Walking Dead Novels & Stories

" S...Shane please, l..let me go, I'm sorry..I'm so sorry" "You have no idea how badly I want to kill you. it would be so easy too, you are nothing more than a worm, so weak and useless. no wonder your family wanted nothing to do with you. But you are lucky I still need you to find Kira, as soon as I get her back I am going to kill you " Elena was tossed down to the ground harshly. Shane turns around and walks out of the Dirty cell.

But suddenly Shane is there. He leaps in front of Sabrina before she can deliver the fatal blow. He takes it instead. I watch, horrified, as Sabrina's fangs sink into Shane's neck. He screams and falls to the floor. He is covered in blood and gasping for air. I am frantic. "Shane, no. You cannot die." I hold him in my arms. "Shane, don't leave me," I cry. He is bleeding. He is dying. I remember how I felt when Tanner died.

Adea Shane walked through the kitchen door, his stride confident, his eyes dark. When they lock on me there’s a flicker of emotion there and I fight the urge to cower under his gaze. The need to run pumps through my veins, but I fight it tooth and nail and return the same energy he’s shooting my way. The corner of his lip twitches before it turns into a full on smirk as he walks across the room. Shane makes his way past me and his sister to take his seat in his usual spot. Gabe elbows me, a reminder to get their breakfast on their plates. The sooner they eat, the sooner we can leave. Today, we went for simple and easy. I filled their plates with scrambled eggs, buttered toast, and bacon.

"Mr. Whalen stayed up late to have fun. He's still in bed…" Just as the housekeeper finished talking, Saul had made his way to Shane's room upstairs. He opened the door. His legs turned weak when he saw the state Shane was in. He had to lean against the door to remain standing. Shane was lying in bed. His face was pale, and the foam by his mouth had already dried. He wasn’t moving at all. The housekeeper who followed him couldn’t help but scream in terror.

But Shane’s scent was here, clear as day. Shane spotted the rebels clan out near the edge of the village, looking across the pack. Shane only had two helpers backing him up, and with an attack force of only three, it stood to reason that he would be trying to go straight for the jugular by taking out the alpha. Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack.

The three men glanced at each other, they said nothing, quietly listening to her continue speaking. "Shane is infected with the biochemical virus s404, his body is about to die. He is like this because of me so I have to save him, I need your help." Fawn and Dante both said nothing. Venn asked. “How should we help you?” "In the next few days, I will go abroad. During the time I am not here, I hope my eldest brother will help me protect Shane. He is the boss of the National Bureau of Investigation, if he does not appear first public for too long, Eugene and Mr. Benedict will become suspicious."

This will haunt me for the rest of my life, knowing that I’m the reason she’s an Undead, something she didn’t want to be. I cradle my mate’s body in my arms, trying to stop the bleeding from her neck. “Get Doc!!!” I yell out in absolute agony. I know he’s somewhere around, helping the guys who got hurt. I feel as if my heart will burst out of my chest from the pain I’m feeling right now as my mate’s blood spills through my fingers, along with her life. She can’t die!!! I won’t let her die. I notice Shane rip the fucker who attacked Angel to shreds with his bare hands. He’s one of the few who were fighting in human forms. The Deads, along with Aiden and Asher look furious.

“Layla was nothing but a love-obsessed fool. First it was Sean, then she clung to William. And what did either of them do for her? “She’s dead. End of story. What, you think William’s gonna stay single forever? Mourn her for life? Please. “She was pathetic. She turned her back on her own family. She made her choice. And now she’s gonna die alone, with no one to bury her, no one to remember her. Just another lost soul.” Shane found it downright embarrassing to have a sister who spent her whole life chasing after men, never knowing where her loyalty belonged. Even the dull ache creeping into his chest only made him more irritated. “Good riddance,” he snapped, stomping toward the door. “Where a

Adora saw the direction of the conversation going off-track and looked up at the camera, cheeks flushed. "Pervert. I’m not chatting with you anymore—I need to study." She was still preparing for her CPA exams. Seeing that she was about to hang up, Louis quickly called out to stop her. Adora thought he couldn’t bear to end the call and said playfully, "Come on, stop it. You should rest early too. Enjoy the rare downtime." "No, there’s something serious I need to tell you." "Something serious?" "Yeah. Shane passed away this morning. He died in the infectious disease ward at our hospital."

Shane turned at the voice and dropped my wrist like it burned him, straightening up fast. Yeah, he still feared his mom's younger brother. "Uncle Quentin? What are you doing here? Thought you were still overseas for work?" Under Quentin's stare, Shane squirmed. Then he turned on me. "This isn't on me—it's her! That girl's nuts!" He jabbed a finger at my face. "You remember Mirelle, right? She's lost it. Shows up in a wedding dress just to cause drama, now she's pretending she's marrying someone else!"