The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

The air was thick, humming with unseen energy, and the scent of something ancient—decay and whispers of forgotten dreams—curled around him like a fog. “What is this?” he gasped, his voice barely more than a breath. A sharp pain shot through his wrists. He looked down, heart hammering as he realized he was bound—thick metal chains coiling around him like serpents. The links burned against his skin, though no fire touched them. Shadows stirred in the distance, shifting, creeping closer. Walkers. Their glowing eyes pierced the darkness, unblinking and hollow. They moved with unnatural grace, circling him like vultures waiting for their prey to break.

There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. I hope that you enjoy Alpha of the Dead. --Sydney

Scream and scream until the walls fell down around him, like a house unboxing himself, and then he could run into the night and exact his own revenge. “You feel it, too,” she whispered, and for a moment the room became a jungle, became a forest, became a desert. It was a place where the only thing that mattered was that instinct to hunt, that need to feed, and she wanted to drop to all fours and race off after The Wolf. “I’d tear his throat apart with my teeth,” she said and the jungle/forest/desert room shivered in with steam and hunger and that primal need to kill. Then she blinked, and the officer was leaning back in his chair again. A plain man. An ordinary human with small canines and b

Caden’s hand was cold, firm, pulling me through the packed hallway of our high school. Every step felt like I was walking through thick mud. The noise of students, the slamming lockers, the buzz of conversations—it all hit me like a wave. All eyes were on us. I could feel them, a hundred tiny pinpricks on my skin. Whispers followed us like a shadow. I wanted to disappear, to melt into the floor. But Caden held my hand, forcing me to stay beside him.

Death tells him "Who's that?" He asks "Can I go?" I ask tiredly "It's me, and yeah, your little friend is in your room," Death says "My little friend," "The werewolf," he says At his words, I take off running past him and quickly up the stairs in record time before bursting into my room where she was sitting on my bed covering her ears. "What is with the screaming?" She asks "Sorry," I say before sticking my head out of the door, "Death can we go in your room?!" I ask him

In the pitch-dark house, a thin strip of light leaked out from beneath one door. My father went back to his room to pack his things. I walked toward that door. Inside, I heard my mother and Julian talking. "Samantha, it's hard for me to sit in the vice president's seat like this," Julian said. "There'll be dissent, after all—we don't have any official status. I wanted to talk to you… maybe we should just get our marriage certificate."

I returned to the manor shrouded in night, the forged Blood Covenant Certificate still clutched in my trembling hands. A Blood Covenant Certificate is the official decree granted to every vampire couple who completes the Crimson Bond Rite. It was the document that proved I was his wife in the eyes of our world. Without it, I was nothing. I forced down the chill rising in my chest, but before I could push open the doors, I heard Ethan’s voice drifting from the study, low and deliberate, speaking with his adjutant.

"Let's go" .... Fortunately, no one is around the fields tonight so they quickly made their way near the building. They hind behind a pile of cut woods near the unfinished cabins behind the arena. Serra could now see Badbloods walking in random direction. There were girls with horns and wings, some have huge arms and feet, some have weird skin colors, and some looked completely human.

They moved Barbara's body from the Healing Room outside of the base. Not far from the base, there is a cave mouth that is not that big. Thirteen witches and several other people involved, including Barbara, entered the cave. The place led to the underground cave. They had to pass sixty-six slippery steps and struggled not to slip over it. The thirteen witches who led the way looked like strange shadows beneath their black batik robes, while the others were wearing only suits and such, although they were both black colored. The two men behind the thirteen witches looked extremely cautious as they descended the stairs with the open coffin slung over their shoulders.