The Walking Dead The Book Of Carol นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The corridors of the mansion seemed endless. Alexei walked with quick steps, the small glass container firmly held between his fingers. Inside it, the partially bitten brigadeiro, almost insignificant, too small to carry the chaos that had just destroyed the happiest night they had lived in weeks. The laughter, the wine, Carla’s smile, everything evaporated in a matter of seconds. The Lycan remained silent. Not due to lack of thoughts, but because all the attention of both was focused on a single presence. Carla. She was still alive, the bond said so, pulsing weakly, oscillating, but still existing, like a flame that refused to go out.

Could she be related to Carla and have actually been adopted by her parents? The truth was only revealed after Carla and Fallon got together. Carla was busy being in love and began to let slip her security measures for Willow. Willow found the answer in Carla's secret room. It was Carla's research notes. It recorded techniques created by the talented and smart Carla. Not only could it be used to change one's appearance, but it could also destroy a person's will and consciousness, turning them into a living puppet that was unlike zombies. Dozens of people before Willow had been experimented on for the techniques.

The kind that tells me she’s done playing nice. Carmen looks at me. “Cuz… are you seeing this?” “Yes. I’ve been watching the whole thing.” “I’m going over there.” “Please. Go. Because if I go, it’s gonna turn into something else.” Carmen starts weaving through the crowd. Then Keisha stands. “I’m going too. My girl is pregnant, and she might kill everybody, including the bartender.” Kole helps her up and taps her on the butt. I look at him like, Man, seriously?

She thought she had been way too restless and was hallucinating for sure. “No, My lady. There isn’t any light.” Carol said. She was getting worried for the lady. “Carol, move closer to the book and try to read the words.” The lady kept her one hand at Carol's head passing a bit of her powers to her. Carol moved and crouched down to the level of that Heavenly book. As she was approaching the book, the vibrant light was becoming more tolerant and her eyes were adapting to it. Slowly, everything was clear and she could see the words imprinted.

Dannie picked up another joint from her room and went to the library. Among the ancient books was one of the largest collections of werewolf history in the world. If there was anything on Balric or the black book it was there. She gathered a variety of titles that looked promising and lit the joint. Taking a hit, Dannie opened the first book. Inside was mostly what she already knew.

The driver turned to look at him. “Can you please help me get my things out of the boot?” The driver cast a quick glance at Sarah, hesitated then stepped out. He walked smartly to the boot and some seconds later, Harold's luggage was on the pavement. Max, too, stepped out of the car and got his luggage from the boot. Mr. Travis hurried to the car when that was done. “Max,” Sarah called to her son. The young werewolf who had a fine build walked to the side of the car his mother was in.

My back slammed into the bookcase, breaking it and bringing down all of Kalama’s books on me, while Musi ended up flying into the corridor outside of Kalama’s apartment. * Author's note*: This chapter was a special request from a good friend and fellow author, Charlotte Townsend. I hope you all like this chapter. You can follow me on my Facebook page and Instagram account. FB link: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKindraWhite and Instagram link: https://www.instagram.com/kindrawhiteauthor/

As Elena turned her back, Carol pulled a small fruit knife from her pocket and plunged it into Elena's back. With every stab, Carol whispered chillingly, "Don't worry, Aria's fine. But with me around, she won't stay that way for long." Elena never expected such a frail-looking young woman would attack her. Pain exploded through her body as she crumpled to the floor, blood spreading across the wood. The sight of red stained Carol's eyes, bringing back the horrors of last night. In a frenzy, she knelt beside Elena, stabbing repeatedly. Only when Elena stopped moving, lifeless on the floor, did Carol come back to herself.

The guards stood there, waiting for me to make a move to get back into the Pack so that they would carry out Alpha Ryder’s instruction. Knowing that there was nothing else left for me there, I turned and started to walk towards the South. I didn’t know where I was going, all I knew was that I was walking towards a place. It was getting late already and I hadn't headed anywhere good. Tired, and nauseous, I slumped against the back of a tree. I was so thirsty and hungry. Normally, I’d go a whole day without food but right now, I felt as if I had been starving for a week. Was that how it was when werewolves got pregnant?

"Now, let's get started." I pick up the coin and hold it tightly in my hand. I start to recite the incantation, the words flowing from my mouth like a river. Evelina's screams fill the room, but I don't stop. I can feel the power of the coin coursing through me, and I know that once the portal is open, I'll be able to summon the ghoul and make it mine. Wind whips around the room, making it almost impossible to hear my voice. Evelina goes limp, her head rolling to one side. There's a big flash of light and then everything stops.