Walking Dead Dawn Novels & Stories

My hand instinctively flew to the pocket of my hoodie, fingers curling around the cold metal of the flash drive, the only proof I had that my life was being auctioned off to the highest bidder of the werewolf world. Dahlia stepped out from behind a concrete pillar, her eyes gleaming with a sick, predatory fury. She wasn't alone. Dawn stood a few paces behind her, arms crossed and her face was a mask of boredom. Dahlia, however, looked like she was vibrating with the need to kill.

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.

Ashleigh whined. "Nah uh, you've had enough." Damien lay beside her and together they watched Disney movies. It was late when Ashleigh had fallen asleep. Damien looked at his watch for the time. 01:03. He got out of the bed, he put on his boots and kissed his girlfriend's forehead before silently making his way downstairs. He tiptoed out the kitchen door and began making his walk home. Not that he didn't own a car, he just enjoyed walking. It gave him time to think and he had a lot to think about.

I felt dirty already, just thinking about it. At 5:20 PM, I put on a different shirt, something plain, trying not to think about why. My hands trembled as I walked out of the apartment, locking the door behind me. The walk to the Dovewood mansion felt longer than usual, the air cold against my skin even though it was a mild afternoon.

Hence this beach has lost its popularity, and now it merely serves as a fishing port anymore. Coming here in hopes of seeing the vaquita wasn't the main reason why I always come to this place. The truth is that whenever I'm here, I feel like I am the only alive person in the entire world. It feels like I'm in an apocalyptic setting, where monsters dominate every inch of the planet, and I am the protagonist whom the author wants to keep alive until the end of the story. Thinking that way, as I look at the dark ocean beyond me, makes me feel like I'm important in the midst of chaos. From that illusion, I could feel a sense of worth, contrary to what reality gives me. For, in reality, I was jus

Ethos said. Let him go I said leaning towards the hologram! I do not follow commands! I instill them! He said. I shall Grant you three days to surrender Miss Dawton. You don’t scare us! Adrian said. Will kick your ass and will free our friend! You think that your a match for me that is hilarious! Ethos said as he raised his hand and then snapped his fingers. Then after that had happened, a huge gust of wind started to surround us. The hurricane like currents tore through the trees surrounding are campsites. We all covered our eyes and and did the best we could to stay planted on the ground.

Elroy gently tilts his head to take a good view of the man with is partially swollen eyes. "If I am to give you a chance to make things right, what will be your resolve?" "I'll kill every man and woman exalting themselves above the life of others." Elroy spoke with courage and strength. "I knew there was a spark hidden within you, all it needed was the right season. You can call me Taven, Taven Scott." BEGINNING OF THE END Southern Lands Kingdom of Vencia The sun was clouded from sight, making the air unruffled and favourable. Drokan warriors patrol about, some picking up copses and their decapitated parts then loading them on carriages, while others began cleaning up the streets and putting

" Upstairs, by the floor-to-ceiling window, Dante watched Andres with his frostbitten expression and the shattered remains of his phone on the ground. A faint, cold smile curled at Dante's lips as he sent a quick message to Gideon: [Thanks for the help.]

Tomorrow this torture would end. Her single bag was packed. The money from pack members hidden in a inner pocket. Six years of life reduced to one small bag. A soft knock interrupted her tears. "Come in," she called, expecting Kyle. But it was Damien. He stood in her doorway, looking as powerful and cold as ever. "You leave at dawn." "I know." "Don't try to contact the pack. Don't try to see Theo. Don't come back." "I won't." He studied her for a moment. "You look terrible."

His voice was getting frantic. Duke was not moving; his eyes were shut and his skin glistened with the first drops of rain that had come with the rumbling sky. “Duke!” Tim screamed. He had felt the panic in Jason’s voice and young as he was, he understood what that meant. Jack stood by the side, tears glimmering in his eyes. It seemed the boy had already given up on life before it started. “He is dead, is he not?” he asked.