Novel & Cerita Walking Dead Fanfiction

I said and she exhaled . I walked into my room and slam the door shut before plumping down on my bed , I grab hold of my Chinese puzzle cane and absent mindedly and started trying to fix it while thinking . am not just a vampire am a day walking ,I can walk in sun light without getting burnt and am also more powerful than a average vampire or hybrid . my bite can put down any supernatural I don't know why or how by my bites are so damn poisonous to any supernatural . "hey love " someone said and next thing I heard was someone jumping on my bed right beside me .her sent filled my nostril causing me to smirk and I turn facing her

Noah “We need to get the fuck out of here,” I hiss to Weiland. “Before there’s nothing left of us.” “Yeah, no kidding,” my Beta says as he wipes blood from his arms. We stopped healing. So did the vampires. The mages daywalking charms work, but it makes them human. We thought they’d heal once night fell, but they haven’t. They are not dead, walking around with broken spines and necks, howling in pain, but they won’t die.

He confirmed seeing Leo leave with my fellow Wolfmen meant my men were with him. I questioned the security guard further, and he mentioned hearing something about 13th Street near Baker Road. Following this lead, my men and I approached an empty road that led to a distant warehouse. The atmosphere grew increasingly eerie, and a distinct scent of blood filled the air. As we advanced, I discovered my men lying dead one by one along our path. Nearing the warehouse, I sensed a change in the attitude—a vampire's presence. Taking a defensive stance, I signaled my men to surround the building. Bravely, I entered the warehouse to find Leo bound to a chair and Eden seated across the room, greeting me

Silas huffed Fanger was the term used to describe men and women who liked having their blood sucked by vampires, some hoped to be turned someday and others just enjoyed the feeling. Most fangers were essentially walking blood bags, they had their own special rooms in the catacombs, but some Vamps prefer to feed while having sex. At the thought of this I couldn’t help but to rub the two scars on my skin above my clavicle, I never considered myself a fanger, but I guess in some ways I basically was one, except it was only with one vampire. The vamps don’t tell the fangers, but the ones hoping to be turned, never will be and all of them get discarded when they can’t produce blood fast enough be

“My family’s life is on the line here. Have you ever had someone you cared for and would want to do anything for them?” Hearing him say that, Kyra remembered the vision she had about her mother’s sister and her family, the Blackburns and just like a rush, she started to remember, just as she had seen it in that vision, how the evil vampires from the other covens killed them until the last one, and then she remembered how her own mother had been burnt alive by these very humans who she learnt that she was to save also. She stopped walking abruptly and Sage who was close behind her, suddenly bumped into her, thereby resulting in him holding her to regain balance, but there was so much that hap

I heard Lucien's voice ring out, followed my their footsteps which seemed to fade as they walked away. Cowards. That's what the knew how to do best, flee at the face of danger. ****** I smelled him before I saw him. Blood. Burnt leather. Smoke. And him. Underneath it all. The way he always smelled. Zephyr walked through the hallway like a god in hell. His eyes glowed white. His jaw was covered in blood. His fingers moved with claws still dripping. He walked cell to cell, ripping the doors off like they were paper. One sniff, one stop, then to the next. Until…. He stopped. Right outside mine.

I sank into the chair, my hands hovering over the keyboard, but my mind was elsewhere, somewhere far away, replaying Daphne’s scary face, her fangs inches from my neck about to rip it off, her voice dripping with jealousy and pure hatred. “You’re his,” she’d said, so sure I was stealing Alex’s attention, his affection, or whatever she thought he owed her. The idea was laughable, Alex barely tolerated me but it left a bitter taste in my mouth. I didn’t want any part in her supernatural drama, her coven rivalries, or her twisted obsession with my stepbrother. I didn’t want any of this...the vampires, the blood, the constant fear of being someone’s next meal. I glanced at the posters on my wall

Extinguished in a fit of drunken, jealous rage. The sounds of the wedding, the faint, happy music, seemed to mock them from a world away. The celebration of love and life was happening just a few hundred yards from this abattoir. Ethel knelt in the dirt, the warmth of the gun barrel seeping into her cold hand, and stared into the face of a truth more terrible than any walker: the most dangerous monsters weren’t outside the walls. They were already inside. And they wore the faces of men they called friends.

“If they have spiritual powers as we suspect, then it will not be surprised if they have the power to rise from the dead.” Erin felt the skin under her fur prickle at her mother-in-law’s words. These beasts were definitely not ordinary werewolves, judging by how fast they were and the way they barked like dogs. It wouldn’t be all that surprising if they rose from the dead like zombies and attacked everyone in the camp again.

The feeling felt so wrong, yet, she wanted it. She muttered some words under her breath, before she stood up, stretching up her hands. She just had to control her self, else, she might find her hands creeping into his throat. ** "NightWalker attacked another one of your were house today." Lucas trailed behind him, reading some tiny black printed words on his tab. Xander dropped the spoon on the plate, his muscles clenching together, he gnashed his teeth together, and focused back on the pork. "Go on." His breakfast was always fixed to eating his food, and listening to Lucas reading what was trending.