Walking Dead Game Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Most vampires could heal, but clerics could heal a vampire on the brink of death and mates could almost always heal each other. “When did it start?” “After my mom died,” Walker told her, “I used to steal it from my dad. He’s a big lush.” Roxie was looking at him now, her scent rolling off of her like wildfire. “I might have to sleep in the other room,” Walker joked, “Unless you turn off your smell.” “Sorry...” Roxie blushed, “I guess staring at you without a shirt on is doing it to me.” “Did you ever think of me and, you know..”

HE WAS LITERALLY GHOSTING, HER! However, Miriam decided not to put Walker in the middle of her romantic drama yet. He had his hands full with two full-blood Gamma strong-minded, opinionated she-wolves on the fence about having a vampire hybrid as a mate. She didn't want to complicate his life with no concrete proof.

She then looked at at him as she exclaimed, "How dare you!" "It's your surname though!" She slapped his arm and for a moment he lost control of the car but quickly recovered. "Shit..." Ashleigh breathed out as Damien chuckled nervously. "Sorry." "I swear if I died I would've killed you!" "How would you do that when you're dead?" "I'll possess you and make you commit suicide." Damien gave her a look. "Thats dark woman." "I love you too."

"And unexplained Neratomay deaths?" On that I hesitated. "None that I'd describe as unexplained." Malarias stared at me. "A vampire not five years turned did not properly secure his home," I continued. "Sleep took him while in the living room of his house. A human opened the door, and he never woke again. Two others died in a sanctioned battle, and Tyler was sent to handle two others."

"Why would you help me?" Lucian lowered his gaze. "I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it for myself." "In the original story, once you're dead, I lose my usefulness. Viktor would never let someone who knows his secrets live." Since our fates were bound together, there was no reason not to work as one. "Tomorrow you're coming with me to the borderlands. Rogue wolves have been terrorizing the area. We'll deal with them together." Lucian nodded, a faint smile on his lips. "Alright."

Some of them might go rogue and leave the pack if he don't handle the situation carefully. “That's not a problem. Take your time until you're ready, but I hope it won't be too long. After all, I can't stay here forever” Alpha Broderick stated calmly. A few days would be fine, he have Beta Jack looking after the pack while he was away. So everything will be alright without him. “Thank you for your consideration” Alpha Broderick smiled then moved on to their next topic. While the two was discussing about other matters, a hundred miles away from them in the west. On the boundary between human and werewolves, a beautiful young girl was walking aimlessly in the foggy forest.

There was a guy walking across the street, his face buried in his phone. I sighed and shook my head. These humans and their terrible addiction to their phones. A grim smile appeared on my face before I vamped to him and sank my teeth in his veins. His phone dropped from his hands and his body shook nx convulsed. When I felt him dying, I left him and bit my wrist, bringing my wrist to his mouth and feeding him my blood so he could heel.

Some people even that believed things like that didn’t exist but if a vampire could become a human, if a vampire could return the immortal life it had in exchange for death, if a woman could become a vampire on her wedding day, then of course, anything was possible. She looked down and baby Jennifer smiled at her, she knew her baby was happy. Ever since baby Jennifer was born, she had been showered with nothing but love from mummy and daddy, her godmother dana, and her big uncle and aunty, Edmund and Hillary, and all that love came from a cold vampire castle. Baby Jennifer was now asleep after a few minutes of rocking, she sat there waiting for her husband, he went out to hunt, and would soo

He took another shaking step backwards, dipping further into the shadows. “We have stories about werewolves too, you know,” I snarled. I could feel my temper lunging forwards, snapping its teeth and wanting to hurt him, the way that he was hurting me. He’d promised, and with each uncertain step away from me, he was digging the stake further into my undead heart. Skye was looking at me, his face paling beneath the shadows and his dark complexion. The merry light that had been shining in his eyes had gone; it had been replaced by golden steel, nailed up and blocking me out in record time.

I went from walking next to Al, and Amber to falling far behind, dragging my blood-splattered body along the road following two strangers on a journey to I don't know where and I am too tired to give a damn. Because I have to be honest with myself and the truth is... I would give anything to live and not go back inside of a coffin. And I feel bad somehow because a part of me knows I am using them for protection from W.I.K.D... The police, rogue werewolves... My self. I don't know them— Amber and Al, and clearly, they didn't know me either.