Walking Dead Comic Sophia Novels & Stories

Sophia said with a serious expression. “Yeah! You.” Brandon smiled, hearing her answer, and waited for a while more so that Sophia would tell him the exact truth. He knew very well that even though Sophia was born into a hunter’s family, she didn’t know how to fight or protect herself, but when the expression on Sophia’s face didn’t change, he stopped smiling. It didn’t look like she was joking. If he wasn’t wrong, then it was six or seven werewolves, and she killed them? For real?

That's when Sophia noticed and ripped it from my hands. She scanned the diagnosis and erupted into wild laughter. "Lupus cancer? Oh, this is perfect!" she shrieked. "Tell me, Luna—will you live long enough to birth those bastard pups, or will you all die together like the pathetic waste you are?" Her laughter pierced my ears and something inside me shattered completely. I stepped forward and slapped her so hard she spun around. But instead of just falling, Sophia deliberately threw herself backward, slamming into the sharp corner of a medical cart. Blood immediately began flowing from a gash on her head.

Those who don’t have immortality crave it and those who do have it, resent it. “Sophia! Get ready! You will be late!” A lady screamed, her voice reverberating through every wall in the house. “Arrrghhh! I can’t get any fucking reading done!” Sophia cussed under her breath. Sophia was an aspiring brunette writer in her late teens about to start college. She was a fit lady with shoulder-length hair, she had glasses on with an open book right in front of her. Her room was like the room of any teenager her age, except she had posters of famous gore movies and comics plastered across every corner on her walls, unlike the average teenagers that were all about boys.

“I don’t feel well…” Sophia turned and looked down at me in disgust. “Wolfless are so useless,” she muttered. She didn’t seem all that surprised to find me on the floor. It was more as if she had expected me to be there, sooner or later. “What is it? Is your wound infected?”

"It said what, Thelma?" "It said, 'Finally, we've found the doorway. The eight-lived soul. The key to crossing over.' Xavier, what if my eighth life isn't about me dying? What if it's about me becoming something that lets the Void Walkers through early?" Before Xavier could respond, shouting erupted from outside our tent. We rushed out to find the camp in chaos. Sophie was on the ground, convulsing, black veins spreading across her skin like cracks in porcelain. Elizabeth was trying to heal her, but her magic kept sputtering out, repelled by something dark pulsing beneath Sophie's skin.

HERTH. I took my eyes off Emma when Sophia screamed and dropped to the ground, but my hands refused to let her go. My grip on her waist remained firm, anchoring her to my side as I turned toward my daughter. "Sophia," I said, my voice cutting through the heavy silence of the ruined club. Sophia was on the floor, writhing in pain and her body oozing with weakness. The abominable wolf had followed her scent. It was her it came for.

Her body faded quicker than Vyla's, and she whispered something before she completely faded away. "You'll regret this" Her body then disappeared into the air. Deuce rested his back by the tree and closed his eyes tirelessly. Sophia was coming back from the garden as she always does every night after taking a fresh air. As she got to the hallway, she saw Raphael and the other wolves entering the meeting room, all of them with a serious expression. "What could they have to discuss at night?" She thought and soon saw Bruno also entering the room.

Sophia's voice was icy. I spun around as Nina raged within me. "If you kill me, the Lunar pack won't let it go! Our alliance will fall!" "Kill you?" Sophia chuckled, her eyes cold and sharp. "A werewolf dying from wolfsbane is natural. Who would ever suspect foul play?" The warriors closed in immediately, forming a tight circle around me. Without a second thought, I lunged at Sophia. My claws extended, and I aimed for her face. Even if I died trying, I'd rip her face apart.

Sophia's pov: I was walking through the dark when I felt someone's presence behind my back, I slowly turned but didn't see anyone around. I continued to walk home telling myself that possibly my mind is being the one playing tricks on me. On reaching my cabin, I felt that feeling again. I quickly turned my back, and then I saw two people following me. I began to run towards my house when I heard a gunshot. I stopped running then. Slowly veering around, I felt my bones cringe in terror as I noticed the two guys that were following me are now dead and beside them is another person lying on the floor with blood covering his whole body.

I know it happens to all races, it's not exclusive to werewolves, but all this complication, especially with someone as strong as Sophia, seems unfair and so very unnecessary. I approach the bed, practically extinguishing my aura so as not to interfere with theirs. Sophia has some tubes connected to her body, while Achilles and Perseus are free. "Sophia..." I whispered, not knowing if my words would reach her. I've heard and read in some places that, when a person is in a coma, they can still hear us.