Walking Dead Alvin Novels & Stories

He looked like he was slowly losing his mind. "What do you want from me? Let me go!" I screamed but the man only laughed. As if on cue, the evil Alpha walked into the room. His laughter echoed inside the room and merged with the mad scientist's. He came to a stop over my bed and looked down at me. "I told you was going to uncover the secrets of your vampire blood and I will use it to my advantage. I will use it to conquer the world," he stated. I started crying again. "Why won't you just leave me alone? Leave me! Let me go! Let me go!" I screamed.

I couldn't help but rush forward, crumpling down by his side. His breathing was shallow but steady, his face pale in the moonlight. “Alvin?” I whispered. “He’s knocked out cold,” Angela said. “He won’t wake up for a little while.” “We need to get him home, then,” I said, glancing at Nathan. He was staring down at Alvin with a look of shock, disbelief. But there was no denying the truth now. Alvin was the monster. He was the three-pawed wolf. With the help of Levi and Angela, we lifted Alvin's unconscious form and started the journey back to his house. The task was silent, the revelation heavy on all of our hearts.

Sara shook her head. "Okay." Bailey nodded and agreed. Seeing that Bailey was going to make a phone call, Sara returned to her own world. In the dense jungle, several dark shadows gradually approached a small house. The man who took the lead kicked open the door vigorously. "Don't move," Alvin shouted in a low voice. A musty smell entered his nose, and he couldn't help but to frown at the smell. There was no movement in the room. Alvin slowly walked in with a gun in his hand.

Immediately, Vincenzo recognized one of the corpses as Josh—his father’s hitman and assistant. Around them, the supermarket was a mess. He had come too late. Way too late. Fear and panic clawed at his insides. “Wade!” Vincenzo called frantically. He ran over to a pile of shelves and rubble, digging through it like crazy, calling for Wade. At that moment, Alvin ran into the supermarket. He stopped in his tracks, sucking in air as he took in the scene. “Alvin! Find him!” Vincenzo roared.

“What the –“ Alvin quickly turns his attention to the other Beta. “You as well,” he says, his voice still taking on that note of command. “Release me.” The other Beta looks in wonder at the boy, but his hands open. Alvin flies out of their grasp, streaking for the line of Hummers positioned behind the troops – the same cars that carried them there. Alvin chooses one in particular - one with a megaphone on top. It’s a work of seconds, really – just moments have passed since Victor stepped forward onto the field, since Alvin gave his command, since he climbed in the hummer –

The rest washed away the blood, cleaned their weapons and slowly raised the flasks of moonshine, celebrating another victory of the united army of the undead. In the confusion reigning around, no one paid attention to the bright green glow of the circle that opened near the camp and the magician who stepped out of it. Allvin was one of the few who, possessing strength, also had the right to move within the camp, so that most knew him by sight and did not even get distracted from their studies. Smelling the flaps of his cloak, Allvin quickly rushed to the large tent, which from the side was no different from the same medical ones, except that a pair of guards - a werewolf and a vampire - were

"Yes, Sir Alvin?" Strange. I got off my bed, smoothening my skirt by its hem then started off the room. I walked to Alvin's room door, giving it a slight knock. "Come in." He replied almost immediately. I turned the doorknob, pushing the door open. I shoved myself into the room. Alvin was sprawled on his bed, looking extremely tired and dying. What was wrong with him? I walked towards the bed, stopping a few feet away from it.

‘Please tell me you got the job done,’ I requested. ‘The target, Warrior Alvin of the Orestone Pack, has been taken out.’ I internally sang as soon as I heard that. ‘I’ve gotten rid of his tongue and left him broken deep in the woods as requested. Even with his fast healing, he won’t be able to live for long.’

Raven made it to the entrance, but Alvin seemed to have cleaned everything up. Alvin walked in the front door, stopping short at the sight of her. Raven looked at his blood-soaked suit, she took a step back. She had a moment of fear seeing him like this, but she had already suspected who he was. “See what you can find Alvin, and take care of the cameras,” remarked Oliver, placing his hand on her lower back and steering her out of the house. Raven went, too many werewolves today.