Walking Dead Benjamin Novels & Stories

"Thanks. I've been dying to taste some fresh human blood for weeks." We went to their hideout and massacre all of them. Benjamin and I drunk their blood. I ripped of their heads and broke all their limbs. I made sure that each of them had suffered a long a painful death. Benjamin covered our tracks and burned down the whole place. That was another expertise Benjamin has, he was very good at covering his tracks. He made it looked like an accident that the fire was not intentional. I left him to deal with it and went back to the hospital feeling satisfied with our handiwork. "How is she?" I asked when I saw Samuel walking at the lobby carrying some food for Mikel.

I took a deep breath and got myself ready to rush in there when the signal came. A crack came from Craig's pocket and when I looked back with a weird look, he produced a walkie-talkie from his pocket. "Benjamin found them at the nurse's station last night. Apparently, he couldn't sleep so he went wandering around. Thought it might come in handy," Craig explained. I nodded my approval to them. Benjamin's resourcefulness was becoming quite useful, and I felt a motherly pride come over me. He really was a good kid, weird, but good.

Approaching his last victim, Benjamin entangled the guard's neck as tightly as an iron coil. Benjamin ended his execution—the sound of the collar bone splitting into two ended his victim's moans. Benjamin's breathing went up and down, trying to control his adrenaline that had risen to a boiling point. "Assholes!" Benjamin cursed them. Feeling the hot blood seeping from his limbs. Benjamin left with a puff of black smoke that evaporated in the cold wind of darkness, leaving the forest and the two corpses without turning back. *** "My guess was wrong. It turns out that Eastonville's guard is tighter than I thought." Benjamin sat at the top of a pine tree, scouting the situation of the Alsenic

My screen was flooded—texts, notifications, missed calls. I clicked the first video, and my blood ran cold. Benjamin. Lying in a pool of his own blood. Dead. “Oh my God…” I whispered, my hand flying to cover my mouth. It wasn’t just a video. It was everywhere. The media, social feeds, conspiracy blogs, spinning stories at lightning speed. My heart slammed against my ribs. The captions said it all: "Benjamin Walker found dead in mysterious circumstances." "Alexander Grey rumored to be the prime suspect."

Benjamin simply grabbed the papers, his eyes cutting across the room to lock onto mine. "Get up, Jane," Benjamin whispered. "The soft life is officially dead. It's time to run."

She saw her father enter the portal and disappear somewhere. On the other hand, Benjamin also examined the three werewolves, now curled up and bleeding. They all get hurt. Rain approached Benjamin. "Thank you," Rain whispered. "That was amazing." Ben tried to help Jonathan up. Joe had the most injuries. "Don't thank me," Ben said. "I was just lucky that Anthony left his arrows there." “Ben… I don't….” "Rain!" Erica called her. "Can you help us here?" Ben let Rain go reluctantly. Ben himself is busy with the three werewolves.

No one spoke. Benjamin drove the car directly to the villa where Calvin lived. Upon entering, two large men were sprawled on the sofa. One on each side, sleeping soundly and deeply. Their posture was truly beyond description. Everyone: "..." Amanda walked over, and a pungent smell of alcohol hit her. She frowned slightly. "Patrick, Brother, wake up." Amanda gently shook the two of them. Patrick slowly opened his eyes. The hangover made him feel awful. "Amanda, you're back? Did that scumbag Benjamin bully you? Why are you back so early?" Patrick asked in a hoarse voice, slowly sitting up.

Dead. Benjamin growls at the crowd and the rogues attack. Ready to take over the rule. Screams of people ,surrounding her as she was no longer the one who was going to die. Vera stares at him ,the man who caused havoc in the once peaceful place. Shifting back into his human form, Benjamin approaches her. His eyes taking in her torn clothes,bloody tied form yet defying eyes. A smirk covering his lips seeing her so helpless. "Stop right there!"

He falls limp quickly before the skin of his body hardens in a like grey color that cracks like old concrete. The second vampire sends its foot towards me, and I jump backwards out of its swing. He doesn't get much further before the warrior behind him makes the same maneuver I had. His body turns cold quickly, and I turn to find the leech Ben had been fighting already decomposing on the street. Ben pulls the white cuff of his shirt out, brushing the wrinkles from it as he nods towards his warriors. When his eyes land on mine, he tilts his head to the side. "That was attractive," he says in my mind before shooting me a grin.

Zomzom’s keen hearing made out dribbling slimy chewing. The dead man cocked his head to one side in a familiar movement from when he’d been alive. He was in no hurry to approach the witch. Despite her obvious painful weakness and nobody else being in the corridor, Zomzom had no desire to attack. The undead’s instincts told him that of the two of them the predator would be this mangled semblance of a human. That very moment, when the zombie had already decided to turn away and take a walk in a different place, Livia suddenly turned, looking straight at him. The woman’s small puffed-up eyes were flashing with malice.