The Walking Dead Glenn Novels & Stories

"If you need to trade for more of these supplies down the line, we can always work something out." Glenn stared at her, the sheer weight of what she had just done finally sinking in. This woman had not only saved his life, but she had effortlessly handed over a fortune in pristine medical supplies and real food—items that no one in the apocalypse could lay their hands on unless they were part of the extreme elite. He let out a shaky, humbled breath. "I'll remember," he said, his voice deadly serious. Then, a low chuckle escaped him as he glanced down the dark street. "You guys should get going. I am about to wage a war on the southern district."

“I believe we let her sleep tonight. I shall see her tomorrow and assess. We need her own words to work out who did this. Can she write?” “I didn’t travel with a fucking pad and pen you know!” Glenn snapped, smacking his thigh in exasperation. “Glenn,” I snarled, “respect, this is a packhouse and you’re a Beta.” Standing up with a speed that made everyone hold their breath Glenn was seething. He strode straight past me and loaded up two plates with food. “I’m going to bed,” and turned without another word to thunder up the stairs. Fantastic. Glenn has his mate and he’s still being a prick about things.

With a sharp hiss of pressurized air and the grinding of metal, he pulls the headpiece away, the face beneath emerging from the shroud of the mist. My heart stops. The world tilts, and the blood drains from my face. It is Glenn Ashwalker. My beta. My trusted childhood friend who taught me how to track through the marshes, how to sharpen my blade, and how to hold my head high when the pack looked down on me. He looks at me, his face devoid of the warmth. I remember, his eyes cold, hollow, and devoid of any recognition. He is the image of a man who has traded his soul for a seat at the table of power. He raises his blade, the tip pointing directly at Daryl’s throat, but his eyes those familiar

Glenn's phone rang, but this time it wasn't a call, it was a message from an unknown number. +34**8: How's the surprise today? Consider it an early gift for Sarah Willow's birthday next week. Next, there will be an even bigger surprise for you. Glenn's eyes widened, his heart pounding intensely. He quickly tried to call the number, but unfortunately, it suddenly became unreachable. "What does this mean... Was my mother-in-law murdered?" Glenn muttered to himself. *** The clinking of wine glasses echoed by the poolside, Athena and Sargas were chatting there, laughing softly.

Steven from Crimson Peak Pack told him, “Because you ain’t getting any of those on the battlefield.” “I know, I know! Which is why I need to get as much sleeps as I can before I’m forced to spend the night in a pond of icy mud or on tree branches…Hey Glen! Where are you going?” Jeff called out to Glen, who was walking to the opposite direction from them. “I got a call from the girl I met in the bar last night,” Glen waved his phone and chuckled. “Later, boys!” His long hair flew as he marched down the pavement in long strides.

Because of this, Glenn prevented his colleague from elaborating on what had transpired to Kimberly when she inquired about it. As soon as they reached the private area reserved for staff members earlier, Glenn began to describe Alpha Derrick to his colleague in exhaustive detail. His buddy thereafter agreed that he would maintain his silence, to avoid getting on the wrong side of the terrifying Alpha Derrick, of the Nightwalkers pack. As soon as Alpha Derrick had completed his conversation with Glenn, he straightened up and exited the dining area. He pulled out his phone and dialled Mona's number to let her know about the most recent development...

Walter put in from behind them all. Ezekiel paused to look back at him questioningly, but he knew better then to waste time wondering how his eldest brother knew half the things that he knew about people. Walter had always been able to sense what others couldn't. "Oh." Glen said softly. "Well I guess having a hole in your side would make anyone a little bit moody. Right?" She offered. "That does not make it okay to be an ass..." Nate said with a shrug and a smirk. "Oh hush... a few bad words can't kill me boys." Glen told her sons as she looked back at the mortal.

I pull some bills from my billfold and drop them on the table before I empty my glass of beer and join my chancellor. We wander through the city, trying to kill time until sundown. Most of me wants to throw all caution to the wind, and just attack the church, get the Prime Minister and torture the answers out of him, but I keep reminding myself that there’s no way I’ll get out alive, and I’m no use to my family when I’m dead. “I can’t just keep walking like this,” Glenn says. “I need to do something.” I glance at the sun. “Only a few more hours. I sent Willow's guard to gather the city wolves.”

Will Mark and Glenn's secret relationship be discovered? ********** Late on Wednesday afternoon, I was busy planning somebody's kitchen when my phone beeped. Before I picked it up, I knew it would be Glenn, asking if he could come round. I typed out the answer, but before sending it, I walked over to the window. Down in the yard, Glenn was standing at the back of his van, taking out packaging from the job he'd been on. I pressed send and watched as he took his phone from his pocket, checked the screen and smiled to himself, before carrying on with his clearing up.

As Vincent's soft breathing turned into light snores, I carefully reached for his phone, pressing his finger against the sensor to unlock it. His messages with Emma Ortega popped up immediately. Vincent: [Good news—Sophia might be pregnant. Once we get the baby's umbilical cord blood, you'll be cured.] Emma: [Really? That's amazing! When I'm healthy again, what do you plan to do with her and the child?] Vincent: [Don't worry. Once everything is over, I'll send them away. They won't interfere with your life.]