Walking Dead Benjamin Novels & Stories

"I'm in my seventies, and I've seen a lot. There is a lot left unknown in the world out there, and I know I'm too old to find out what they are. However, I do believe that there are things I don't know of. More importantly, anyone dying would want a chance to live on. I'm no exception." "That's very honest of you. Let's begin, then," Wilbur said smilingly. Benjamin smiled as he stripped off his shirt to reveal a torso covered in scars. There were more than ten scars from knife wounds and a few more from bullets. There wasn't a single part of his body that was intact. It was a terrifying sight. Wilbur sighed and uttered, "You've worked really hard." "Oh, it's nothing. I was just making a livi

Xander shook his head. ~ Benjamin's jaw clenched as he throw the glass of wine he's holding. With a heavy breath he looked at the window and see the city lights from the hotel he's now staying in. "I didn't kill him..." he muttered, then he run his hand through his hair, as he looked back at everything that happened in the past. ...

After Dominic walked inside, Ezra closed the door. The room was cold. Dominic walked over to Benjamin's corpse and stared at it for a long time. Benjamin's soul rose to its feet as well. The moment he saw Dominic approach, his eyes turned red. Even though he knew Dominic couldn't hear him, he still cursed, "Dominic, why are you here again? Give me back my Bella!" The instant Benjamin died, his soul had appeared. When he saw Isabella commit suicide and her soul emerge as well, he had honestly felt a strange sense of anticipation.

He gets under the comforter with her, moving his arm around her waist. Pulling her to him. Her faint scent still there. And he couldn't help, kiss her neck. Settling his face on her shoulder. Staring at their intervined hands. He speaks slowly to her. " I love you Thora. Please come back" " O..ur daughter needs you Thora. Please." On getting no response. He doesn't realise when he sleeps beside her. Finding the much needed peace eventually. ....... Alexandria walks down the grounds of the territory, which now belongs to the death pack.

Elder Benji had never brought me into the basement, so for him to ask to speak to me downstairs brought me a bit of worry. Benjamine Rowan had been here from the very beginning. After I lost my wife and children to the plague, my life had been saved by Bernard who was a part of Benji’s tribe for many decades prior. Bernard had always been a good neighbor to me, so I had no idea he was a vampire until I was one as well.

What if he didn't arrive in time? What if the sweat on Benjaming 's hand increased until it finally slipped? This woman … How could she do that? At the side, Allen reacted and laid on the ground crying. Benjeming Waltson stood up, walked in front of Allen and said angrily: "If you really want to die, then find a place to die peacefully and don't harm others. Do you know that you almost make her die?" She looked at Benjaming , "Benjaming ." Her voice was not loud, and she shook her head at him.

Jasper stated with a hint of angst. “She’s evil inside,” Ben softly said. “You know that, don’t you?” He did, but Jasper had no intention of admitting it aloud. He’d learned long ago to keep his cards close to his chest unless it was absolutely necessary to share them. He’d already divulged far more about himself to both the witches and the wolves than he was comfortable with. Running his fingers through his hair, he sighed, “I haven’t a clue where to find a zombie.” “I do,” Ben said with a satisfied smile. “How much do you know about zombies?”

Elder Stone’s organs are no longer inside of his body thanks to the vicious attack and no matter what I do, he’s not coming back to us. “Who?” I ask Ben as I sniff the air. I can’t smell anything out of place but I also don’t know who comes and goes in this house to know if there is a scent out of place. “I don’t know; I came out for some water and he was already down.” Ben growls as he stands from the lifeless body; he looks at the blood on his hands and quickly wipes them against his low-hanging jeans. He’s shirtless and barefoot, which makes me think he just chucked on some jeans to come out and do exactly what he said. I don’t know Ben well but he is one of my enforcers and I know he wou

Later, Benjamin and I stood by the side of the road and ask for a cab back home m. No one seem to be forthcoming, and time I needed to go back home was elapsing.. Benjamin suggests we take a walk to the bus station and then go back home . I agreed and we started talking to the bus station.. Conversation did not stop and I later found out that, Benjamin's parents are hunters and have been hunting Werewolves for centuries... Werewolves and hunters cannot be friends. It is what that is happening for a very long time.. We got to bus station, Benjamin pays the bus driver and we sat down with the other paying customers in the bus...

It was going to be a huge achievement for them. I was as good as dead. Until Benjamin showed up and he killed the lot of them. I knew what he was straight away, but I wasn’t scared. He didn’t give me a reason to be scared. He stayed with me. He hunted for me. Everything he killed he would cook over the fire for me so I could eat. I soon learnt that when he was killing the animals, he was actually draining them of their blood. And it didn’t matter how big the animal was. He was killing them and cooking the rest for me to eat.