The Walking Dead Video Game Ben Novels & Stories

Before it could recover, my jaws closed around its neck, and I shook until the body went limp. Ben was holding his own surprisingly well. He wasn’t as strong as Lucien or me—an omega, not an alpha—but his agility made up for it. He darted between the rogues, delivering precise, deadly blows. One rogue tried to corner him, but Ben spun and delivered a sharp kick to its gut before driving a silver-tipped dagger into its chest. For a moment, the tide seemed to turn in our favor. The rogues were fewer now, their numbers dwindling as Lucien and I tore through them like a storm. But then, a presence entered the room that froze the air in my lungs.

He stood and looked around. 'She's causing real massive destruction. It's just a matter of time before this human planet crumbles apart.' He thought as he stared at the window with his hands behind his back. 'So,what are we going to do?' Benjamin asked. He threw the bag he was with. 'Gosh! Animal blood doesn't quench my thirst. I need human blood!' He whined. He was sitting on the other side of the king sized bed,opposite the first guy who spoke.

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.]

I wonder if I will be able to walk. As if Eren read my mind, he sits up and says. “Come on, let’s take breakfast. I will carry you.” Effectively, after we put on our clothes, Eren carried me in his arms to the living room and lied me down on the couch with great care. He put on the Vampire Diaries before he went to prepare breakfast. We have reached season five, where Damon was saying goodbye to Elena. I cried hard on Eren’s chest though I’ve already watched this scene before. After this episode, we turned off the television and ate the toast that he has prepared with some juice.

She looked like she was finally breathing again. I watched her go, wondering what that was about. Jeremiah wasn't the type to flirt, and I didn't think he was interested in Aleena. He just treated her like a human being. In a room full of sharks, that was enough to make him a hero. “I found them!” Ben’s voice boomed as he kicked the side door open. He was carrying two dusty bottles that looked like they belonged in a museum. He looked triumphant, holding them up like trophies. “Aleena! Get over here with the crystal,” Ben barked.

Hearing the sound of the door being broken, The attention of Knight's Beta and his Gamma drew upon me; They were peacefully sipping on bottles of beer until my arrival. "Shit, this motherfucker," Ben cursed and strode towards me throwing away the beer bottle and shifting in the air in the process as he pounced at me followed by gamma. I had no bloody reason to not kill these two puppets of Knight. And I did what I was supposed to be doing. Ben was the first one who jumped on me, and his neck was the first target I caught between my canines. I dug them into his skin and his blood instantly gushed out, the metallic taste of his blood hit my tongue and satisfaction ran through my veins.

"You of all people know how weak I am compared to him!" "He listens to you! You could've talked him out of it!" "Ben, you were hunting werewolves!" Brooke cried. "You'd killed so many innocent people!" "Well, at least Harry isn't innocent," Ben shrugged. "Please!" Brooke pleaded. "Don't worry, I don't plan on killing him for a while," Ben smiled. He walked up to Brooke and grabbed her chin. She cringed under his touch. "I've got lots planned before I take his life."

“And I have a feeling this is just the beginning.” Ben didn’t move at first, just stared at the floor like the rubber mats might have the answers etched into them. Then he pushed upright, pacing a short line back and forth in front of the weights. “You know what this sounds like?” he muttered, more to himself than Gunner. “It sounds like what happened to Serenya’s people.” Gunner frowned, arms crossing. “The massacre?”