Walking Dead Fanfiction Daryl Novels & Stories

Death tells him "Who's that?" He asks "Can I go?" I ask tiredly "It's me, and yeah, your little friend is in your room," Death says "My little friend," "The werewolf," he says At his words, I take off running past him and quickly up the stairs in record time before bursting into my room where she was sitting on my bed covering her ears. "What is with the screaming?" She asks "Sorry," I say before sticking my head out of the door, "Death can we go in your room?!" I ask him

Party We decided to party it's our first night together, all our stuff are going to be moved to a new dorm, we're all going to share it. Dante suggested we go to a club, I'm human but I'm eighteen, Elise and Dante are both vampires and above one hundred years old so we're not breaking any rules.

I felt my wolf growl as she saw April, Judy, Anne and their ringleader, Lavender. They were quiet, unlike them. Lavender's eyes were red like she has been crying ever since the incident. Could I feel her pain?? Absolutely no, there was nothing to feel sorry about. They caused everything. They made me do it. I scowled. "Lavender!!" Darwin walked towards her. "What was he trying to do??" Due scowled. Were they really into each other!? "You have to put yourself together." He kissed her forehead before letting go of her arms he was holding.

Despite what humans like to think, werewolves are way stronger than vampires and vampires are pretty easy to kill if you know how to so seeing how close he was to death that day was something really terrible for me and I don’t ever want to have to see that again. “C’mon, you are no fun.” He says but he has already laid back on the bed sipping his hot chocolate with his sweetheart and don’t for one second think I am referring to myself because I am not whipped cream. My name is Daphne Gennings not that so that is that. “You know that’s not true. I am the only person who knows how to have fun in your life right now.” He didn’t agree with me. Huh, we are about to get into one of those our faux

Dira's POV - Walking away I am stunned to silence by the behavior of this girl. I catch her name, Carolina, and she is a rank-blood wolf. How is she behaving like a mad woman? I need to take a mental note to ask Ryker about this, about what she said about giving herself to him to be a bed warmer. I am no saint; I had my fair share of "lovers," so I can't judge him. "Everything before me is in the past, but will his stay in the past as well?" I ask myself as I keep observing the situation and assessing it.

The guards stood there, waiting for me to make a move to get back into the Pack so that they would carry out Alpha Ryder’s instruction. Knowing that there was nothing else left for me there, I turned and started to walk towards the South. I didn’t know where I was going, all I knew was that I was walking towards a place. It was getting late already and I hadn't headed anywhere good. Tired, and nauseous, I slumped against the back of a tree. I was so thirsty and hungry. Normally, I’d go a whole day without food but right now, I felt as if I had been starving for a week. Was that how it was when werewolves got pregnant?

'Do liars eventually believe their own lies? "I wasn't gonna spell it out, but let's be real—I was too naive, too stupid. I know why you married me. My rare blood type. You needed a walking blood bank for Emma." His face drained of color. I didn't stop. "If you'd just asked, I would've donated. But you drugged me. Stole from me. "Do you even get how terrifying that was? I spent nights wondering if I'd fall asleep and never wake up—just another body you drained dry.

Darin said and before Dahlia could say another word, she felt his sharp fangs deep into her neck. She felt her strength leave her rapidly and soon, she could no longer struggle or breathe. “Thud!” her lifeless body fell to the ground. “Dahlia!” Wendy screamed at seeing the body. “No! No! No… No. This can’t be happening.” West said as he fell to the ground and tears rolled down his cheeks. He felt like the world had come to an end. “Come on, kill me too. Just take my life.” West whispered. “I’d rather not. I like to hunt for my prey.” Darin said and zapped away and came back with another body.

Killian didn’t need to hear the words to know what the First wanted — Daryl’s wound was the opening it craved. One step, one drag across the floor, and that bloodline would be inside the vault, feeding whatever waited there. The shadows at Daryl’s feet coiled like snakes scenting prey. They didn’t strike fast — they didn’t need to. They knew he couldn’t run. The first tendril lashed out, winding around Daryl’s ankle. He slashed at it with his blade, cutting deep — but every cut simply made it split, two tendrils growing from the wound.

Eventually exhaustion gets me and I fall into a fitful sleep… It’s dark and the woods are treacherous, I nearly stumble…I feel like I am surrounded by yellow eyes and red ones, but none feel right…none of them are him. The beast, a large ugly wolf, lunges at me. Why can’t I find him? He’s always in this nightmare, always coming to me. I manage to dodge the beast, but I still can’t feel his presence so I run in a random direction. I can usually feel a pull like a magnet, but it feels like something is blocking it...I fight to feel that tether and find it. It’s being blocked by something, but I change direction and see his eyes flicker as he runs at me, only it isn’t Drake. His hair is differe