The Walking Dead Carl's Eye Novels & Stories

I bit my lower lip, unable to look away from the intense, burning heat in his eyes. A loud groan broke the tension. Behind Alaric, Carl pushed himself up from the ground. His face was completely covered in thick, dark mud. He spit a mouthful of dirty water onto the grass, coughing violently. He looked at Freya. He looked at me. He saw the complete awe on my face, and he saw who I was looking at. The humiliation completely broke his mind. Carl's eyes turned a violent, feral red. He lost all human reason. With a furious roar, he shifted and popped his razor-sharp wolf claws from his fingertips.

Elise cried out, she never for once experienced any of what she just had in just a few weeks. “Fine! Fine my love. Just take extra care of yourself. I will be sending Violet, Sasha and Elmira your way as soon as you get back home. Love you.” Bianca reassured her. Elise said her good byes and cut the call, she had suddenly lost appetite for her food and wished for sleep to take her away. Meanwhile Carl was at his underground office looking at the dossier of criminals that was sent to him. They were all terrible supernaturals with the urge for gore, death or blood. The only thing that was different about them was the approach.