Walking Dead Alvin Novels & Stories

“Now.” “What?” “Shoes. Bags. Water. We’re leaving.” “Leaving? Maya, they said stay indoors.” “They also said violent incidents, Dex. That is news-anchor code for ‘we lost Steve in the parking lot and nobody wants to say bitten.’” She yanks open the pantry and starts triage. Cans. Protein bars. Peanut butter. The good knife from the block, because if she dies holding the cheap bendy one, she is haunting herself first. Seven floors down, the street has come apart. Cars sit crooked in the intersection. One is on fire, because of course one is. Mrs. Alvarez from 6B is on the sidewalk in her pink housecoat, swinging a grocery bag at a man trying to grab her arm.

"Without moonpetal, we can't save her." The healer's words were a death sentence. I lay on the operating table, drifting between worlds. The wolfsbane was eating me alive. "Link the Alpha!" Marcus roared at the healer. "Tell him to send the moonpetal over!" "I'll try," the healer said, his hands shaking as he activated the comms device. A few seconds later, Alistair's furious voice crackled through. "She's acting again! Don't fall for it!"

Werewolves, especially young werewolves, couldn't get sick. I took a seat at the dining room table as Blake sprinted up the stairs and I took out my phone to scroll through my I*******m feed. Minutes later, Blake came back down with Tyce following. He seemed to look okay. He was dressed well and had the same smug look on his face he always did.

It’s so warm and rich, and I know for memory it’s Alden. “Well Alpha,” someone else else replies. I'm assuming it’s a doctor. “I would assume she will wake soon. It seems we have a miracle on our hands.”

Julian standing to join in the last wave of fight, Alvin whimpered in pain, managed with an arm and sat on his knees, covered in his body fluids. "I-it's not ye-yet over. . ," he blurted shakily. "More. . ." "What are you talking about?" Julian asked curiously. Immediately, the darkness hovering the forest part they were facing was thicker than other sides. Looking all curious it soon quenched, as another army of vampires marched from that darkness towards them. "Haha. . ." Alvin laughed and coughed. "You're all dead, she's never gonna stop." "At least you won't be here to witness," William said and whooshed forcing a hand through his back and palmed his spine, with three to four pulls he p

Jazlyn this time obeyed but his body was really wobbly because he drank too much and it made Alvin a bit difficult to carry him. "I want to kill that damn man! I want to kill him!" *** Alvin had now taken Jazlyn to go quite a distance from the Twilight Bar. The young man stopped the car now and looked at Jazlyn who was now asleep. "Get up! What exactly do you want to talk about?" asked Alvin who now touched Jazlyn's shoulder and tried to wake the girl up. However, Jazlyn seemed to be completely drunk and unable to regain consciousness. Alvin's hand now took out his cellphone and called someone. "Have you confirmed everything?" asked Alvin calmly.

I won't give him the satisfaction of watching me fail to keep up. Vampires were parasites who thought themselves clever and superior. Their venom could drop even a lycan in seconds. They carried themselves as though the world should be grateful they existed. I hated them only slightly less than I hated werewolves, and that was saying something. At least they hadn’t been the ones to kill my mother. “You know,” Alvin drawled, his voice light and mocking. “When I saved your life, I expected an ounce of gratitude. Maybe a, ‘thank you, Alvin, you’re an amazing man.’ Not for you to try and rip me apart the first chance you get.”

"I can't tell. The alarm just says the perimeter was crossed." We waited. Seconds felt like hours. The door crashed open. A figure stumbled in, looking tattered. Alvin. "Help me," he gasped. Viktor's gun was on him in an instant. "How did you find us?!" "Followed… followed your signal. The one you left for subjects." Alvin collapsed to his knees. "Please. She's… she's doing something." I ran to him. My twin brother. Despite everything, he was still my brother.

Before I could reply, the door suddenly swung open, and we both turned, Vector's brows furrowing. "Sir," Alvin said, taking in the scene before him. Vector only held me tighter, and I saw His jaw clench, all of the tenderness gone from his eyes. "What do you want?" Alvin swallowed, turning to me. "Don Al... Don Al is dead."