Walking Dead Female Characters Novels & Stories

Long hair is scattered all over the coffin, each strand is jet-black, soft as silk, flowing smoothly under the body. Oralie looked at the girl lying in the coffin, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes showing a thoughtful expression. Because the coffin had been lying here for so long that it was covered with moss. However, lying inside was not a dry skeleton with white bones, nor a corpse rotting to the bone, but a young girl. A young girl who may be still in her youth but is infected with the ultimate grief of May. Obviously, the one lying here was a vampire, a blood-sucking demon that was at least a few hundred years old.

It was like we had entered a ghost town. Pulling up to the curb, I was surprised to not see the Alpha and Luna on the doorstep awaiting our visit. As Reid and I, flanked by our warriors as well as the remaining four from the second SUV, walked up the steps we still had seen nobody. Deciding to just walk in was the worst decision we had made. As we walked in, we were immediately struck with a young Omega having sex with what I could recall was their Beta. What shocked me the most was the age difference, she clearly wasn’t his mate, and if memory served me correctly, the Beta had a mate.

She stared at the faces of the major scientists of Aaima pharmaceuticals, they were six of them. "Miss Munawarrah, we agreed on a meeting tomorrow morning..." Jibril started but she cut him off. "Shut up!" She screamed at him and the man immediately kept shut. She kept her face neutral as she stared at them, the men were uncomfortable under her scrutinized gaze. It was completely ironical that a woman could make them this vulnerably but, she wasn't just a mere women she was the definition of a cold hearted businesswoman. The door opened and the vice president Aliyu Umar walked in, he was a young and ambitious man and could be considered as one of the most eligible bachelor in the northern pa

We only had warriors train before the attack after the attack that changed. We had to asked for help from one of the largest pack in the U.S. we were falling apart and Sammy was not in a good place after his dad died. We made many changes the Alpha from Pine Mountain is extremely smart and knowledgeable. The Beta and about a dozen warriors were sent to train us and help rebuild. We found out that the Alpha is actually the first female Alpha and she even has the Goddesses chosen mark. She made suggestions on moving some things to make the pack more protected. We also completely changed the patrols as they were not strong and had many week points.

Walking up to the door she held it open for him and indicated, “Let’s talk inside, it's getting cold.” Werewolves were generally hotblooded and could withstand extreme cold but she had been feeling not too well for the past few days. Instinctively, her eyes went to her foot to see the scar that was still unhealed. Could it be what Dominic and Freyge said? Did she really need help? Dominic nodded her head and walked inside her small house. The living room was smaller than his large and spacious bathroom with just a couch and two chairs with a center table.

Jade didn't argue then, simply waiting with determination for the investigation results. Nonetheless, the outcome hit her like a bucket of ice water. The investigation found no DNA evidence in her body, no one appeared on security footage entering her room, and not even the medical staff had witnessed anyone enter her ward. Even more perplexing was that, based on her description of injuring her attacker's leg, police and hospital officials examined all male medical personnel but found no one with a recent wound on their inner thigh. Jade nearly collapsed from despair, the darkness before her eyes mirroring her hopelessness. Still, she gritted her teeth and endured when she heard her grandmot

Lynn asked shaking her head at Mina. Ji’lahni’s POV: They were passing out head shots making sure nobody snuck up on our men. “Hey Lynn, isn’t that Counselman Harris's wife and daughter Kassie. Damn I thought they were dead already, well they are dead technically.” I said, pointing a group of Werevamps who tried entering the pack through the back. I turned to look at Lynn, but she was nowhere in sight. “God damnit, that bitch done jump off the balcony.” Mina yelled, pointing to the ground Lynn had done drop to the ground at a dead run going straight to the women. Mina’s called blades and her body armor started to form around her. “Oh, hell no you won’t, I’m going, you’re going to cover me an

But at the same time, I wanted to be sure that he had the right man. “That’s Kendrick’s bitch daughter,” the wolf gasped, and I vaguely recognized his as Deckland – one of my own tormentors that I’d gracefully spared. Well… Never making that mistake again! “She and her sister were trying to escape when we entered the pack,” he explained, gesturing to the woman on the ground. “According to the wolves there, they were the ones who helped Kendrick and his Luna to create the walking dead wolves.” WHAT?! But even as he spoke, the girl vehemently shook her head. Her entire body was shivering, her snivels were short and pitiful. Clearly, she was petrified, and even though she was a witch, she wasn’

Padgett sat in her chair, already dead judging by the blood down her wrinkled throat seeping into her orange smock. Oh fucking no. It cant be. Behind the rocking chair lies a pile of other female bodies. Jane, Bernadette. The smoke choked my lungs, the pain so real yet my body didn’t once try to get out of the locked door. I pushed a chair against it, to keep myself encased in searing, lethal fire. Sybil drops me down an elevator shaft, leaving me back in Cillian’s war room, hyperventilating and clawing at my own skin to talk.

I ask, trying to remember if I've ever seen either of them around before. The younger girl has her long black hair tied back in a thick braid down her back, and her eyes are dull and gray, testament to the fact that she's survived for so long. Nobody looks like a beauty queen these days. In fact, many of the survivors look like little more than dead people walking, which is horribly ironic since the world's demise came at the hands of the walking dead.