The Walking Dead Carl Grimes Novels & Stories

I hear them cursing and calling for more men to follow us, but luckily, most of their forces are on the south side of the pack, too far to catch up. We reach the parking spot, but someone unexpected is waiting for us. “Rylee?” Carl looks at me like he’s seen a ghost. “Why are you here?” Carl stops his men from attacking, and Zen orders our team to stand down. Both sides are now at a standoff, hissing and growling at each other. Carl is surrounded by dozens of strong werewolves, his team outmatching Zen’s mercenaries. I know he’ll inform Alvar first. If Alvar arrives, none of us will be able to leave. Carl’s expression becomes unreadable, a sign of linking, and my heart sinks.

"Weeds really take a long time to die. Even the devil does not want you in hell just now, Carl Petrov" "Your eyes are swollen and your nose is red. Have you been crying? Were you scared I would die, Kara Stepanov?" Carl rebuked with a grimacing grin. "Fuck you" Kara scowled at him before she stormed away. ****tbc****

We picked up our walk and crossed the street a ways down from the bus stop. Carl’s Automotive Shop had three full garage sections as well as a large lobby on the left-hand side. There was an upper deck that covered the whole back of the warehouse you couldn’t see into from the front. That’s where Carl lived. We got into the lobby where we opened the red lockers under the stairs and grabbed our official uniform shirts. Carl was leaning over the hood of a car with a flashlight shining down the side of the engine. I leaned over and looked at the area he was looking at.

" I memorized it recorded werewolf history as the last Lycan to die. The names of the executors were also recorded, and one of them was Alex's grandfather. "You saw it ... You've seen it all along." His voice was so hoarse that I could barely hear it. Alex knelt a few steps in front of me, his head looking down at the thick carpet beneath him. Alex, who had just defeated Alpha Edward a few days ago, was kneeling in front of me. I can't see his expression right now. "You saw my grandfather in me." I closed my eyes, I couldn't hear his tortured voice any longer. "Cara, I-I'm sorry-"

“Archon, actually, I’ve been thinking if I…if it won't be an issue…” He trailed off when he saw her eyes boring into him. “Speak up, we don’t have all day to waste.” Valencia admonished him. Thus, he blurted out, “I…I wanted to go outside Grawd for an evening.” “Outside Grawd?” Grawd was the human city closest to the Scrigis empire. Most werewolves would go to Grawd city that was bustling with fun and frolic and had every sort of entertainment possible.

Pale as the moon, it continued to leak like a squashed bug; it smelled even worse. Carl stumbled forward, extending a shaking hand to touch a prison he’d only expected to escape in death. Lines and scars he’d known for a lifetime rested on its surface. Even the hairs remained. Between gray temples, the remains of Carl’s old face gaped at him broken-jawed—an eyeless, toothless mask. He backed away. Fuck. Oh, fuck me. What did she . . . Where is . . . ?

The warriors smiled when they saw their alpha, they knew that the vampires had signed their death warrants. Carl took off running going in the direction of the packhouse, he got into the forest running at full speed, jumping logs and breaking twigs with his massive paws. The trees passed by fast as he ran past them in full speed, he came to view of the packhouse from the Northern border and he saw the fight that was happening in front of the packhouse.

I brought out my phone and typed a frantic text to Jax: Carl called. Moved it up. 5 mins. Construction site behind Physics. CALL COACH MIKE NOW. Tell him the location. PLEASE.* I hit send and bolted. ******* "Carl?" I called out, my voice echoing off the concrete shells. "Over here, Captain." He stepped out from behind a massive yellow excavator. In the pale moonlight, he looked like a ghost. He was shivering, his thin hoodie offering no protection against the midnight chill. He looked less like a blackmailer and more like a man who had completely snapped.

“You’re more powerful than you think, Elijah. The Spirit of God works through you. Don’t doubt that.” The second team was more familiar to me: X, Rachelle, Carl, and myself. We had the Sight, we had the firepower, and we were the ones who would track down the skinwalker. We were to head to the deeper parts of the Grimsby property, where the forgotten structures stood. “The key here is to stay sharp,” Carl said. “We can’t afford to underestimate him. We don’t know where he’s hiding or what he’s capable of now. But we’ll be ready.”

"This is odd." Carl pointed out as he roamed his area of assignment. He was riding on his motorcycle, as he had three areas covered to compensate for the people that still had to recover in the hospital. Most hunters don't go alone, but due to the scarcity of people, he decided to split up with his current partner to cover more ground. Just yesterday, he had already seen a vampire the moment he stepped into his area of assignment. But he has been roaming for half an hour, and there has barely been a vampire around. Was it possible that they had already killed everyone else? But it was impossible.