روايات وقصص ضمن The Walking Dead The Book Of Carol

On the other hand, Edwin positioned himself in front of the former protectively, already taking up his battle stance. Carol couldn’t help but shiver in fright. She fled the mourning hall like her life depended on it, not daring to take a step into that accursed place any longer. The Briewood elites turned sickly pale as well. They were supposed to be fearless, but what transpired earlier drilled raw fear through their thick skulls. Carol’s phone started vibrating all of a sudden. She ignored the incessant vibration as she muttered, “That guy’s a psychopath! We must never provoke him no matter what!”

I went from walking next to Al, and Amber to falling far behind, dragging my blood-splattered body along the road following two strangers on a journey to I don't know where and I am too tired to give a damn. Because I have to be honest with myself and the truth is... I would give anything to live and not go back inside of a coffin. And I feel bad somehow because a part of me knows I am using them for protection from W.I.K.D... The police, rogue werewolves... My self. I don't know them— Amber and Al, and clearly, they didn't know me either.

Majority of the vampires agreed and their angry yells of ‘yes’ could be heard. “Two weeks ago, I journeyed to Athens to relay the good news to the Elders, about the Blackburn being alive, but I was disappointed to know that it is no news to them because they knew all this while,” Aamon’s expression darkened now. “The Elders have been keeping things from us for too long. They can never be trusted anymore. I decided to act on my own and with Kyle, I was able to get the witch to speak yesterday. There is a sacred book written by the Fathers of the early church after the time of the witch trials. It talks about a prophecy that will bring an end to our immortality.”

Her back is in shreds, but she’s alive and I know I need to get her to the pack hospital. I look around. It feels like the entire canyon was on fire with all the ash in the air. Cara’s power wiped out the remaining vampires. As I look around, many warriors on our side are getting up but on the other side, where Angel wasn’t able to block Cara’s aura, many wolves are unconscious. I’m hoping because they are part of Cara’s pack, that there is some level of protection offered them. As I watch, I see Anders walking over to Clint’s body. He falls to his knees beside his lifelong friend, pulling his dead body to his chest. I can see his body convulsing with his grief from here.

The same job that betrayed and cut her life short. However, she said that an old book inside the library where she worked, offered her hope. Carol brought me the book but I was astounded by what was consider her hope. A hunter who knew they hunted creatures of the night was finding hope from a werewolf ritual that seems forgotten. Carol excused herself to tend to Alexis which I had to go anyway but I promised I would return. While that was true I also borrowed the book because I wanted to finish what she couldn't.

The final task. Caroline walks to the base and crouches beside a twisted root. Her hand reaches out, touching the trunk gently. Nothing happens. “I can do this,” she mutters. “I’ve survived worse.” Her voice turns low, almost desperate. She places both hands on the tree and closes her eyes, whispering something I can’t hear. For a moment, the tree is still. Then it pulses. A force ripples out like a shockwave. Caroline screams. Her body lifts off the ground and is flung backward, hitting the earth with a sickening thud. Her eyes fly open, but they don’t see me. They see something else. Something inside.

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.]

"Any solutions, Mr. Lionel?" "No." Lionel sighed. "I just revived him, and the effects might wear off soon. He could relapse at any time." Caroline panicked when she heard this. Having just witnessed the scene, she refused to stay in the small courtyard. She had a feeling that the Wyldeweed was deadly. "I'm not staying here,” she said. "Don't worry," Adrian reassured her, "I checked the books. The scent won't get you addicted." Caroline breathed a sigh of relief. "I saw someone trying to sneak in earlier. Since there are no guards at the entrance, why didn't they just boldly walk in the front door?"

Further down the corridor was a cellar, which is where Bloodstain's den was. Guila walked to her bed and pulled out a black-covered book. It wasn't heavy or too thick. That was the only book she could save from being destroyed. The last book about the story of the first lycanthropist. It tells how it all happened and gives details about the moon goddess and her history with him.

“Won’t you like to meet the Ancient, dear granddaughter? I know he’s very anxious to meet you.” My eyes widened in horror as the air in front of us rippled and moved. Soon, the tiny shrubs and grasses of the meadow were replaced by a giant temple. It must be thousands of years old yet utterly magnificent. The carvings on the temple told forgotten stories of war and civilization. Vampires weren’t the only creatures drawn on the monuments which seemed to be cut off from a huge mountain. There were several other creatures engraved on the temple walls. However, my mind was quickly diverted from the beauty of the monument by the putrid smell clouding the air. It was too intense to be coming from