Walking Dead Book Of Carol の小説・ストーリー

he said to her Grace nodded at him and started to chant. He felt a light breeze and he could have sworn that it lifted him from the floor and he could feel himself floating. He decided to open his eyes and he saw that he was back at the central. He was laying on a grass field and he groaned as he got up. Everywhere was so dull in color. Obviously, what was he expecting? It was the mind of a dead person. The first place that came to his mind was her house so he ran there. He got there in less than a minute and he opened the door. There was nobody there, except from someone he knew very well, Carol. She was sitting on the chair they had found her when she was murdered with a hole in her chest.

I inhale deeply but the pressure between my legs does not subside at all. The girls, Mia, Molly, and Polly grab both her hands. Hailey puts down the medical supplies, extends her claws, and with one swipe, she detaches Carla's head. Carl's body twitches limply as blood gushes out. Her eyes slowly lose their luster and I know she is gone. As she is part wolf, I feel the snapping of a bond. I mourn her loss. It cannot be helped. "Not everyone is worthy of hour compassion Summer. Remember that!"

When Alpha meets Omega . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 3: . Carlos has marigold on him, but he needs more ingredients to properly heal that wound. He can’t leave the wolf here; he might bleed out, die right in the middle of this meadow with nobody but a stranger besides him. “Um. . . shit, just. . . just hold on—” “Carlos!”

Suddenly, blood oozed from the corner of Carol's mouth. The smile on her face froze, and her pupils swiftly dilated, followed by a gradual loss of focus. Maintaining the posture of holding Liam hostage, her head drooped, and she breathed her last! Carol was dead! The baffled crowd couldn't comprehend how Carol, who seemed fine just moments ago, could be dead. It was only now that everyone could see clearly that, at an unknown moment, a large hole had suddenly appeared in Carol's chest. On top of it, a sharp point protruded, and blood was oozing out steadily.

This was going to leave a mark. As Carol approached the house, she walked up to the front door, not clearing the surrounding sides. A warrior was sneaking up on the right side. Unfortunately, she caught his movements right as he turned the corner and shot him in the face. Realizing her mistake, Carol made her way around the house. She got shot in the leg but otherwise killed the other warrior. Again, she walked up to the door and kicked the door in. She instantly dove to the side as a slough of paintballs came firing out.

Mia watched in trepidation as Carol, armed with a shotgun, cautiously approached the door. Claus, still lying on the couch does not seem worried and it adds to Mia’s concern. Carol is capable of dealing with whatever it is. Just like Claus, Carol was a victim of the beast. She couldn’t leave until she made her 100th kill. Claus was very young when Carol was still active so she took care of him like her son. Now Claus treats her like his mother. was a victim of the beast. She couldn’t leave until she made her 100th kill.

It was hard to believe he was still alive at all, let alone that this witch might actually be able to save him. "How did you come to be here?" I asked, keeping my voice low so as not to disturb her concentration. I needed answers, needed to understand how all the pieces of this nightmare fit together. I understood Sophia's intention but what I didn't get was why this stranger would help someone, a werewolf kid for that matter when being found in the wolf territory was instant death for their kind. Carol didn't look up from her work, her fingers moving with precision, like she knew what she was doing even with her eyes closed as she traced symbols on Riley's forehead with the glowing paste.

But then a wave of dread washed over me. Caroline was here, in the underworld. “How are you here, Caroline?” I asked, pulling away from her. “I was killed,” she said, shuddering at the memory. “I know, but when you die, you don’t automatically come to the underworld unless…” I didn’t finish the sentence; I didn’t need to. We both looked at one another, already knowing what each other was thinking. Whatever Magnolia used to kill Caroline; it must have been poisoned with the same thing Liam and Liz were poisoned with.

The corridors of the mansion seemed endless. Alexei walked with quick steps, the small glass container firmly held between his fingers. Inside it, the partially bitten brigadeiro, almost insignificant, too small to carry the chaos that had just destroyed the happiest night they had lived in weeks. The laughter, the wine, Carla’s smile, everything evaporated in a matter of seconds. The Lycan remained silent. Not due to lack of thoughts, but because all the attention of both was focused on a single presence. Carla. She was still alive, the bond said so, pulsing weakly, oscillating, but still existing, like a flame that refused to go out.

Bethany scoffed. "At least I'm not the hoe in this trio," Ashleigh argued. "Well Ash, I'm gonna be honest, if I were you I would've taken him on the on the first month anniversary," Heather stated. "Oh hell no! I would take him on the first day!" Bethany exclaimed. Ashleigh rolled her eyes as they arrived at campus. "I'll see you two hoes after class," Ashleigh stated before they went their separate ways. Meanwhile Damien had just woken up, he was resting in bed when he heard coughing coming from a room. He got up and went downstairs to the kitchen where the coughing was coming from.