The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

~~~ Amaya "Among the supernaturals, there are different types. Vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, witches, angels, demons and, elements. They all have different characteristics and abilities." Who would've thought that we had such creatures living among us? "The one who attacked you was a shapeshifter. They are known to be able to imitate any living form. They can change and impersonate any living being on this planet. They can be very dangerous. You might be having a normal conversation with your mom one day but it could be a shapeshifter and you wouldn't even know." As he spoke to me, a little piece of my memory from that night came back.

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

And when I do say horizon, I fear that it is coming over the horizon from far across our borders. It is believed that there is a group of mortals that find themselves to be half immortal too. A group that possesses the strength of a Vampire yet not the weaknesses of one. These creatures, as I would prefer to call them, but they refer to themselves as The Walkers, are making their way into Europe soon. The simple reason is to seize victory and claim ground, and unfortunately for us, we find ourselves in the way. Now from what I have heard, and I have never been in contact with any one of them, they are far more powerful than any Vampire and are just as difficult to overpower too.

And then there they are, the zombies, walking around, some were alone, some were packed together, with their heads moving right and left, as if searching for something, probably searching for their prey. Unlike those zombies we see on movie screens, these zombies are not walking dead. They have wounds and horrible faces, but they are not dead and pale, they still have colors in their body. If you look at their wounds closely, they got their wounds because of their aggressiveness when they were still not turned into zombies, and some wounds are as if because they got into a fight. If you will take a closer look and diagnosis at them, you'll see that they are not walking deads like those zombi

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.]

I hold onto a bookshelf, my head spinning. "It's a lot to take in," Alice says. "I know." I wipe my brow with the back of my hand. Did I really just accept that I'm a non-human? I laugh, but the sound is hollow. How could I be so stupid? Alice touches my shoulder. "It's okay. I know it's a lot, but you'll get used to it." I'm not sure I want to. "There are more than werewolves, though," she adds. "There are witches, and vampires, and succubi—"

He was so bad at lying that he stuttered his way through that sentence, but Willow seems to be more interested in another thing. "Oh boy, how I wish I could do that too." She sounded really envious, but Allen doesn’t understand what he meant. "Walking at night?" He asked in confusion. Willow halted from walking and nodded. "Do you know how dangerous it is to walk alone at night, especially if you’re a woman? There’s a lot of stuff happening all over the news. There are a lot of people who have gone missing too. But I do share your thoughts about late night walks. Morning can really be overwhelming." Allen suddenly felt guilty, even though it wasn’t him who committed the act. Most of what Wil

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

Audrey and a small team of Smoke-Walkers—whose wolf-blood provided a high metabolic resistance to the pheromones—had to crawl through the city’s secondary ducts, which were already being choked by white, spider-web-like fungi. In the dark of the vents, Audrey encountered a "Drowned" man—a Glass-Walker who had been taken by the forest weeks ago. He stood in the ventilation shaft, his skin replaced by thick bark, his eyes glowing with a soft, bioluminescent amber. He didn't attack; he just stood there, a living statue.

Not when her home collapsed on her head, not when she had get ready for a battle she wasn’t ready for. She couldn’t even search for Kieran or Daniella. She hadn’t been in anything like this before, but she couldn’t die. There were things to do. The new weapon that were slicing through Supernaturals like they weren’t significant. Her arms were encased in ice as she ran to the middle. She had been trailing those blades for a while. And she had made trails for them, well she had been trying to reduce the death count but it was like it had a mind of its own.