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.

My brows knitted together, not understanding what that meant. “It means, the Walking Dead.” My mother interjected. “They are a group of demons that are conjured by a powerful being. They haven’t been seen in over two hundred years.” She continued to explain. “What do they want?” I asked trying to understand. “We are still working on that.” My father stated sounding annoyed. Mandy sensing my emotions, grabbed my hand and started to rub her thumb on the back of my hand. “We do have a theory though.” Rachel said quietly while looking briefly at my parents.

I don't mean like vampires, I mean like humans come back to life and eating other humans, meat and all. In this show they call them walkers, or the walking dead. I guess it's good. A lot of emotional stuff happening. There is even a situation that may apply to us. But the more I get into the show, the more I realize that my hand is slowly drifting from Sophia's shoulder, to Rockledge's shoulder.

Taking out the plain purple journal, I open it to the bookmarked page and glace at her name engraved on the stone once more before parting my lips to begin reading; Dear Sister Esther, Hi! Today makes it ten years since I heard you laugh, talk, or argue with dad. I have not been the same without you. You know the movie walking dead? I know you do. We watched season one together. While the movie focused on the zombies after either being beaten or taken by death, I died the moment I stepped into the pool of your blood. I have become a walking dead too. When they see me, they think I am alive, but I am dead.

the doctor explained. Damian contemplated for a while. As long as it was the only option they had, they would explore it. He would do anything possible to keep his mate alive. "Where do we find this walker?" Damian asked. "That's going to be quite the challenge, alpha," the doctor said sadly. "You see, walkers are a rare breed of people. They're spread out too thin across communities, with as few as one in a thousand people having the likelihood of possessing the gift." Damian's hopes sank to the ground at his words, and he was flung into a pit of despair.

They were vicious and filled the hearts of other wolf packs with fear. They were worshipped like gods and manipulated other wolves to do their bindings, they formed the association of the underworld, distinguishing the wolves from the humans, it was treacherous to have anything to do with the humans and it could cause a death sentence on anyone caught with a human. Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not.

Harley agreed. "Okay, so Demitri is a day walker, which means that he can unleash hell on us whenever he wants. I also wouldn't put it past him to try and get more blood from you in order to create a day walking army…" Mason summed up. Harley breathed uneasily at the thought, but pushed her personal feelings aside for the minute to focus on the conversation. She forced a small, but fake smile and then continued, "But that's not all we have to worry about…"

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."

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.

For now, she just needed fresh air. Eva walked down the streets, straight home, she stared at the house for a while before proceeding to enter. She stood for a while realizing that someone was coming out the house. She instinctively hid behind one of the cars. She caught what seems like the silhouette of a man and someone else. it was Frederick and…“who is that?”