The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Wade chuckled. “I stink like a werewolf.” William winked. “More like a dog.” howled Wade. Dara entered the room. “Dara he just called you a dog.” William pointed at Wade and laughed. “No I didn’t. I called you a dog.” Wade looked at William. “I’m a werewolf so as Dara. If you call me a dog, you call her a dog too.” howled William. “Dogs are better than zombies. At least they’re alive.” Dara laughed.

First about the Stratovskys then now this seal. "I have to get out," I muttered to myself. "Soon. Either way." Tomorrow I will try to escape, I know I will fail but at least I have to reach the stairs behind that metal door. If I wanted to get out of here, I had to know how far this bunker was from out there. Werewolves live side by side with humans even though they do hide their true identity. Just as the territory of the Pack NightWalker includes two forests and a small town, the Pack Basilisk is more or less the same.

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—"

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

"If that's a parade, their choreography is absolute trash!" I shouted over the deafening rattle of automatic gunfire, leaning over the concrete parapet of Base Alpha's fortified wall. Below us, Elm Street had completely disappeared beneath a sea of gray, rotting flesh. Hundreds of ordinary walkers, bloaters, and twitching runners were piling over abandoned cars, slamming their decaying bodies against our reinforced outer gates like a wave of smelly, unwashed laundry. BANG! BANG! BANG!

The darkness of the campus was oppressive, broken only by the dim flicker of emergency lights that cast long, ominous shadows. Luke moved with a purpose, his enhanced senses tuning into every sound, every movement. He started his search from the main campus building. He could hear the groans of the undead echoing faintly through the halls, their shuffling footsteps dragging against the cracked tile floors. The smell of decay hung in the air, sharp and putrid, making it hard to breathe.

“I’m not going anywhere.” --- We entered the building cautiously, our boots crunching against debris scattered across the floor. The air inside was thick with the smell of decay, and the faint sound of shuffling echoed through the empty halls. Ethan’s team moved with precision, clearing each room as we made our way deeper into the warehouse. I stayed near the center of the group, my heart pounding in my chest as I scanned the area for anything useful. We had just reached the storage area when the first infected appeared. It came out of nowhere, lurching from the shadows with a guttural growl. Ethan reacted instantly, raising his hand and sending a wave of energy crashing into the creature, s

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.

Lucifer told me my time wasn't up yet and that I shouldn't have died here. The problem was, I'd already died three times. And every single time, it happened after I got married. My first wife was a powerful leather factory owner from out west. But she had a crippling gambling addiction. After blowing through all her assets and my entire life savings, she let the debt collectors cut off three of my fingers to cover her debts. I ended up bleeding to death. My second wife was a respectable, glasses-wearing university professor. She even beat me with class, leaving no bruises and never hitting me in the face. I died from ruptured internal organs. My third wife was a quiet, blue-collar welder

Mr Albert Dickson and Zhang Wei were walking on the street, looking for what to eat everywhere was silent, so many trash on the floor like; Human flesh, blood, bloody clothes, and water bottles. Zhang Wei look so tired, his cloth was extremely dirty, rough hair, he barely walk faster.