The Walking Dead Carl's Eye Novels & Stories

For Nicholas, John intentionally aimed at his left leg because he has his worries and fears. But going back to the parking lot, Eric showered his bullets anywhere he could point the tip of his gun. Eric doesn't even care about the possibility that he might hit innocent civilians. "Thirty million dollars!" This time, Nicholas was certain the voice comes from Sophia. And that was Nicholas's cue to grit harder the tuxedo in his mouth, hold his breath longer, and pull the bullet out of his leg. Aside from that, Nicholas also focused his werewolf mind in the auction room to alter the severe pain he could feel while indulging his index and middle fingers to the hole of his wounds.

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 . . . ?

Carl murmured so softly that even Elijah standing nearby didn't hear. Carl slowly looked up, his eyes deep as the sea, as if the vast starry sky was reflected within them. The Evil Doll considered itself a god, but in Carl's eyes, it was nothing more than an ant. He had made it kneel before, and he could do so again now. If it weren't for certain constraints, he would have acted long ago. "Elijah, go take a look inside." Carl glanced at him, then pointed to the hollow in the old locust tree.

Carl asked as he walked over to stand in front of Connor, but he was still too shocked to say anything. Connor opened his mouth to talk, but words failed him as the only thing he could do was stare at Carl from his head to his toes. When their eyes met, he took his time to check out his eyes which was said to have been destroyed the other time. It almost seemed like nothing happened to the eye. Was this really Carl or was someone impersonating him?

They were the serial killers of the werewolve world and they had no control over their mind. "We'll get rid of your infected blood now." I hear Carol say. This was also the part where I got so weak. To the point I feel paralyzed. Then something happens. In my blurry state, I see Dean Carol's pupils dilate, and bloodshot veins bloom around her eyes. I had never seen such before. "Why do you look like that?" I asked weakly as she stood over me, peering intensely at me. She looked so different, and something like deep hunger filled her entire expression.

Hazel blinked back tears in her eyes as she shook her head. “How is he?” Lorelei muttered as she set up some nutrient for him. Hazel looked towards her daughter. “Can you hear me?” She whispered to him after noticing that his eyelashes were wavering. Carl blinked weakly with his breath out of place. "I don’t think I need them anymore.” His eyes glanced at the nutrients that was already running through his veins in no time. "You can't talk right now Carl.” Hazel cautioned. “Where is everyone?” He whimpered.

Thinking about this made Renee's body tremble uncontrollably, just as it had in her past life. Carl's hand paused. A dark tide surged in his eyes, instantly extinguishing his interest. He pushed her away. Renee curled into a ball, desperately trying to control her fear. Carl lowered the car window and leisurely lit a cigarette. The tobacco smell filled the car as he smoked. His blood-red jade ring gleamed menacingly in the darkness. Under the streetlight, he smiled, looking particularly gloomy. His gaze was lazy, like a blunt knife scraping against Renee's skin.

he answers her mum while his eyes still focused on Ana at the ceiling, she suddenly jumps from the ceiling and lands at Carl's bed, walks to the door and opens. "It's not yet over you looser" she says to him. "Get out of my room you nosy brat" Carl tells her and pushes her outside locks the door from inside and sighs in relief, he slowly opens the piece of cloth and looks at the Serum and this was the time he clearly got to have a glance of it, it produces a blue glowing light, just like a precious stone, the amount of light coming from it was so bright that it almost blinded him. He quickly looked aside and closed his eyes with his left hand and with one eye he closely looked and saw someth

‎ ‎ ‎my eyes flung back to him, ‎ ‎ ‎and all I felt within me was an irredeemable hate, ‎ ‎ ‎i wiped off my lips with the back of my palms, ‎ ‎disgust washing over me, ‎ ‎there were no words to say. ‎ ‎i kissed my teeth, and walked away, ‎ ‎but as I opened the door, ‎ ‎my eyes followed the screech of a tyres I'd never forget, ‎ ‎trapping my feet to the ground. ‎ ‎Standing behind me was Carl, ‎ ‎"that limousine looks quite familiar....".he trailed, thinking. ‎ ‎"Is tha—Lucas?" ‎

In the darkness, their grins were like shadows dancing across their faces. Carla, who had been sleeping beside Alpha Andrew, stirred as the predatory presence of the vampires permeated the room. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, confusion clouded her gaze. The sight that greeted her shattered the tranquility of the night. A cold, unyielding hand clamped over Carla's mouth, stifling any scream that threatened to escape. The vampire's eyes bore into hers, a silent warning to remain still and silent. Carla's own eyes widened with a mixture of terror and disbelief as she witnessed the macabre scene unfolding.