Walking Dead Game Fanfiction Novels & Stories

get engaged to someone else" Erada reeled backwards in shock, she didn't realize her fingers were shaking until her purse dropped to the ground. " Eldest miss.. we didn't mean to break the news to you. But you gave us no choice.." Declan groaned in pains. ' the second master is planning to get engaged to someone else ' The word echoed continuously as she stumbled backwards. * * * *The Camp Of The Undead* *Devil's Lane* It was late in the evening when Venom finally returned from Green city.

Then I move to Teddy and gesture at Ava: "Kill her too." Ava's eyes were wide, fear and shock written across her face. Her lips opened in a silent cry, but Gamma Teddy beat her to it. Before she could even get out a word, he killed her too, finishing her off quickly. Her eyes went glassy, her body collapsing next to James's dead body. The beta and gamma of the Night Walker Pack, seeing their alpha fall, turned deathly pale. Horror written across their faces, they retreated, tripping on James's and Ava's corpses behind them.

Tharros said and I saw Kiran stable a little bit but his hand was clunched into a fist. Just then a maid opened the room to the study room in great panic. “Master, Miss Emily is sleepwalking and she looks creepy………. Emily POV I remember being in the study and now I was standing in a meadow. Suddenly the area became pitch black and the air became heavy. “Child time is running out. Look to your left” I heard a voice saying in my head and I looked to the left. The world was divided and werewolves and vampires were in a gruesome war. It was severe and quite disturbing. I saw Kiran the werewolf and Lucien fighting each other and there was great animosity between them. When their fists collided th

Raul asks her. "In your dreams, Raul," Amber says while rolling her eyes. Wherever these two are, the is always something they are arguing about. Raul likes teasing Amber, all the time. Amber doesn't let Raul's mistakes just slip without her making a big deal out of them. They are like siblings. Always arguing about this and that. As we walk through the last street back home, someone stands in the middle of the road, blocking away. Wait, they are two: a male and a female. According to their scent, I can tell that they are vampires. We approach them and they don't get out of the way.

He was grossly outnumbered and the odds were in the favor of Nikjin and his army. She wondered what had become of her father; of Monah, the head warrior, of Seisa, and the other servants. How many werewolves have already lost their lives in this cursed place? How many more would have to die before this nightmare was over? Tears ran down her muzzle from her closed eyes. A silly thought occurred to her that nearly made her giggle out loud. If she’d known that she was coming to an era of civil war, she should have probably gone to bed with the dream stone and her father’s hunting rifle that was stashed in their attic back in Fairbanks. That would have surely tipped this fight in the werewolves'

"Mom, can all vampires feel their bloodline like this? I felt it — does that mean I'm close to awakening? I want to tell Father when he gets back." He put on his best training clothes. Spent a month carving a blood-seal stone by hand. Then looked up at me, nervous, and asked: "Do you think Father will like it?" "Of course he will," I said. "You're his only son." But when we went to meet Kaelan at the territory border, he walked out holding Vivienne's hand, Damian at his side. A human woman. A human boy. Luka and I stood there and didn't move.

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.

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.

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.

Frustration bubbled inside me as I clicked link after link, searching for anything that felt real. Then I found it. An article buried deep in an obscure forum, titled “The Forgotten Threat: Nightwalkers Among Us.” “Guys,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I think I found something.” They crowded around me as I scrolled through the page. It described creatures that thrived in darkness, their eyes pitch black, their presence marked by death and destruction. The details were sparse, but the fear in the writer’s words was palpable. “This has to be fake,” Zane said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.