Walking Dead Fanfiction Daryl Novels & Stories

Saturday night White House Nightwalker POV "Any news?" I asked. "Damon is back from Dubai and The girl he loves is just involved in a ghastly accident" Axel reported. "What is her surviving percentage?" I asked. "Her surviving percentage is 20%?" He replied and I laughed. "Sir" "What is it?" I asked one of my running dogs, Mark. He is the one I have been told to spook on my first wife because I have been beginning to suspect her after the last fight I had with Jace, the late werewolf.

*Dahlia* *DAHLIA* *DAHLIAAAAA* *I’m horny* *Like really horny* *I can’t get in the mood with anyone else. You have to save me* *I’m dying, actually dying and I have proof* I stared at my phone in horror as another message came through. This one was a photo. Every instinct I had screamed at me not to open it. Nothing good could come from opening a photo sent by Jace Blackmoor at midnight after he’d just told me he was horny. *Don’t click it,* Mena begged. *For the love of the Goddess, don’t click it.*

The pain went through me whole. Vampires aren't immune to fire — not fire fed with that kind of oil. It was the sort that felt like it could burn through bone. I didn't care. I caught a small, weak cough from inside. "Elena!" I kicked the cracked door open. The flames came up in my face. Smoke rolled across my vision. She was on the floor in the corner, her hand still over her stomach. I went still for a second. Then I moved. I scooped her up.

she said with harsh laughter and shoved me out of the toom while the rest of the girls laughed. I felt tears sting my eyes as my identity played back in my head by an annoying, disembodied voice. 'Ayla, the Arnold's daughter.' 'Hunter girl.' I imagined how it would sound. "The alpha married his enemy, the hunter's daughter." I imagined the smirk on the alpha's face as he held me by his side, his sharp claws digging into my sides and a smirk that promised a life of torture and pain. A sob escaped my lips as I ran into the room and fell to the ground in tears.

Cassandra gulped. Darts of icy rain were still spitting from the sky. Each drop sat on Cheryl's skin like a cold puddle. Hardly focusing on her shivering frame, Cheryl walked over to the creature, whose red eyes strained so intently on the pale skin girl. Its dark red, almost burgundy fur was soaked and matted to its enormous body. She stooped down next to it. “Well, I'll be damned. Mom 'n dad was Fahkin' right.” (Well, I'll be damned. Mom and dad were fucking right). Cheryl muttered in complete disbelief.

“You keep saving me.” Dante’s grin was tired but real. “You keep needing it.” “Maybe I do,” Aiden said, softer. For once, Dante didn’t tease him. He just looked at him—the way wolves look at something they’re afraid to want too much—and said, “Let’s disappear before the world wakes up.” They walked down the broken steps into the city, side by side, two figures limping but unbroken. Behind them, the tower burned like a warning.

Something reliable. I got up, washed, and dressed. A light loose wear that would enable me to get around freely, I did not want any aggro today. I came down, going through by the living room, when I saw that the television was on. The TV was on, with blinding headlines about me. I felt my gut drop. I went in a little more and read: "It's been confirmed that Darla had an affair with Jace, according to a co-cast member during the Sinclair Project dinner."

I sat comfortably after, yet my mind wander from time to time to the black door, and waiting while my heart panted to the black figure. Dad once said how it's hard to admitted to the most pristigue of academy of shifters, however, a luck and fate is what compile the world of shifters. Despite that, it's good to not win over the soft side, and let your trickery be win and your scheme to show all the time. Not long after, the indefinite voice shake the silent off and the pub to slightly tremble. The black figure appear and said so loud in excitement, “I got you admitted, Willyeah!”

Abel smiled quietly before nodding, “I hope to see you around, Daryl.” Daryl’s heart fluttered when he walked past, slowly pushing his hands into his pockets. She swallowed before walking forward to see Beryl watching her eith her arms crossed over her chest. Daryl gave her friends an unconcerned smile, “Hey! So, are you okay, Daff?” Beryl rolled her eyes, “You know that guy?” Their Fairy friend slapped her thigh with her hand, “I knew I smelt someone different on you the night we met.”

Chapter 20: Ciara’s POV I couldn’t breathe as I rushed down the hallway. My heart was racing, and every step felt like I was dragging my shame behind me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t erase the image of Daryl’s naked body from my mind. He hadn’t even flinched when I barged in. He just stood there, completely unbothered, like it was nothing. He didn't even react like I had just walked in on something I should’ve never seen.