The Walking Dead Carl's Eye Novels & Stories

I close my eyes shut and open them. Dora's eyes filled with tears, she slowly kneels in the middle of the road, there was still a little black stain on the ground from the accident, she uses her shaky hands to touch it "I don't want to believe you're the one who's gone". I walk close to her and place my hands on her shoulder "soon everything will be revealed" my eyes suddenly caught something, it was an old man with a homeless look, sited in a small wooden caravan, selling some very cheap fake jewellery.

Alexi looks and acts right now that he is capable of so much evil and it sends cold fear through me, seeing him this way. I’m ushered away from him, glancing back as he watches me leave. No one moves, no one says anything as I’m silently trundled away, guided into the car gently. He turns and throws that Carrero death glare at the dick head who refused to help Camilla, who seems to physically recoil a little, before I’m closed into safety and driven away.

“Will never be Luna and you… Carl, your days are numbered. I will tell the elders and the pack what you did, and if they won’t listen, then I’ll go to the lycan king. He’ll punish you for what you’ve done!” I charged towards the door when Carl shoved me back. “I don’t think so. You’re not telling anyone anything,” he said. With an ice-cold tone and eyes filled with bloody delight, he threw a hard punch to my face. My vision went white as I fell to the ground. Carl fell on top of me before my vision cleared, but I felt the burn of silver on my wrists. As I screamed, someone grabbed my face and forced a glass tube into my mouth. A bitter tangy liquid scalded my throat on its way down.

My eyes go wide. Carlisle sits on the living room couch, a giant white bandage wrapped around his head. His left eye peeks out from underneath, swollen and bruised a dark purple.

“I don’t know what I was thinking Harriet. His life is in danger, yours too and Carl’s, and…. The sound of the door being pushed open stopped me from saying anything more. Dominic walked through the door looking like the devil himself. Carl followed closely behind him, pleading and begging him nonstop as he stalked towards us with bloodshed eyes. His countenance was deadly and his eyes were shining a deep red, showing that his beast is in control. My eyes moved downwards to his hand and when I saw the box he was holding, my eyes went wide in shock and my heartbeat skipped several bits as my eyes snapped back to his eyes. I saw murder in his eyes, it was so scary that I stood up in a panic, l

The more she thought about her foiled plans, the angrier she became, resulting in her accidentally dropping the baby out of rage. "This is your fault! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten to this point in life! Die!" A loud thud sounded. Blood was splattered all over Marcus' pale face. As Sylvia cackled at the top of her lungs while walking out of the ward, a teardrop slid down Marcus' cheek from his closed eyes. Unfortunately, those eyes would never open ever again.

"Children, this is a war council. You shouldn't be here." "But we can help," Carl insisted stubbornly. "We have special powers. We can do things other wolves can't." "What kind of things?" Matthias asked, his tone caught between amusement and exasperation. The twins exchanged glances. That silent communication I had come to recognize so well. Then Carl pulled a small knife from his pocket. Before anyone could stop him, he drew the blade across his palm. "Carl!" I lunged forward, my heart seizing with panic. Blood welled from the cut. Bright red against his pale skin. The elders gasped in horror.

They should have been lying on the ground unconscious by now and not be running away at top speed. Maybe the quantity was not enough, Carl thinks. This is the only reason he can come up with. He takes out his bottle of vervain and smells it. It seems authentic. Then, he takes out the wolfsbane and puts a tiny drop on his fingertip. It burns. “The liquids are fine,” says Jerry, who had been watching all this. “I can see. Why the fuck did they not work?” Jerry does not answer this question. “Increase the quantity, or we use two bullets next time,” says Carl. “Let’s leave this place of the fiasco.”

One man stood above the rest. "Alpha Carlisle," the older Alpha spoke slowly, his voice deep and rough from age and years of war. "Are you certain you’re prepared for this infiltration mission?" The man was terrifying to look at even without trying. A long scar stretched from the right side of his scalp all the way down across his left eye. The wound had clearly come from silver because it never healed properly. That eye remained clouded white, blind and lifeless, though somehow it only made his stare more intimidating.

Carissa gave Mateo a heavy kick that made him fly like a broken kite with cut off strings. She then turned her head to look at the two executioners coming at her and smirked. The two was stunned by what they saw. One of Carissa’s eyes was still red while the other had turned green. However, that wasn’t what shocked them most. What shocked them the most was the third black eye on her forehead. They were frozen on their spot when they look at her black eye. They look as if they were petrified. Death flashed by their eyes at the same time Carissa slides her steel claw towards their necks. Blood splattered on the ground as Carissa caught both of their falling heads in her hands.