Walking Dead Graphic Novels & Stories

The one or two Council members still present were not hurrying to rescue their Elder. Hillson had stopped his mewling, and the skin on his cheek slid away. Along with the majority of his face, he had lost the mark that Tyler had inflicted on him. His face might even grow back, but he wouldn't pass for human until it did. He was much luckier than the first Vampire who had broken Tyler's wrist. He was nothing more than a streak of ash on the stone floor.

Inside were photos that could make anyone lurch whatever they had for lunch. Thankfully, she didn't eat anything before coming here. The photos were all bloody. Shots of corpses belonging to humans, vampires and werewolves. They were mangled and bloody, their bodies looked so awful that they didn't even match what they used to look like before they died. It made her frown in disgust. She looked at the humans who laid on the tiled floor in the picture, blood was all over their bodies and they had missing limbs. However, she didn't see any reason why she should concern herself with what happened to strangers.

The stench of blood was overwhelming, thick enough to coat my tongue. I staggered forward, my heart pounding, my breath shallow. The land stretched endlessly, a war-fested wasteland scarred by trenches and craters. Burned villages smoldered in the distance, skeletal remains of homes jutting from the earth like accusing fingers. I saw banners torn in half—werewolf sigils soaked beyond recognition. Lightning struck nearby, splitting the ground open with a sound like bone snapping. And then I saw him. Adam knelt among the dead, his hands drenched in blood that was not his own. His eyes were wild, hollow, glowing faintly as though something else wore his skin. He looked up at me, mouth opening—b

But they had to hurry- it wouldn't take them long to figure out what or rather who was under the hood. The person in the center took one last look at the retreating figures of the werewolves and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been easy to distract the hycwens with a sudden appearance, yet the hycwens were a notorious breed known for their bloodlust, though they were a bit dim-witted. 20 feet above the ground, the hycwens' mouths continued to bicker, "Is it dead? I wanted to play with it a bit.." The person whirled around and stood on their feet in one swift move, discarding the hood.

"Swoosh!" Outside the forest, a white radiance flashed across. "Sizzle!" The light penetrated the head of a manlike monster. Xiao Chen slightly frowned. He could not remember that including this one, how many Walking Corpses he had killed. "Plop!" The Walking Corpse fell into the muddy water next to the road and made a few meters high splashes. Xiao Chen saw that the skin all over the Walking Corpse's body was dark gray and full of fine black hairs. It must have been staying there for a hundred years, but it just had 20 or 30 years of Malicious Grudge. That was why Xiao Chen could kill him easily.

High above, on the ridge of the ravine, a nightmare crested the horizon. It was a Purge Walker—a bipedal tank designed for hunting Highbloods in the broken terrain of the Wastes. It moved with a jerky, insectoid grace, hydraulic pistons hissing with every step. It was a silhouette of black iron against the purple sky, a monolith of death. A beam of white light sliced through the darkness. It swept the canyon floor, cutting through the steam I had released. The light was blinding, physical in its intensity. It washed over the rocks, hunting, dissecting the shadows.

Cadell Brian and the Ghost Scene Female General glanced at each other, a bitter smile appeared on their faces, although they didn't know what Tadhg Walter wanted the remains of these green-haired zombies to do, but this scary young man in front of him didn't say anything, the two of them didn't dare to ask too much, the other party didn't follow up on the two of them's random act of running away before, the two of them thanked heaven and earth, how dare they ask more. There were several waves of zombies in the middle, more than a hundred feet at most, and in the middle were five green-haired white-haired zombies, so scared that Cadell Brian and Ghost Scene Female General almost turned and ra

Bullets dart beside us, as Larry and Mel shoots at the zombies which tries to come anywhere closer. Xiao quickly shut the metal doors as soon as we step in, Eddy dropped me. I groaned in pain. Unlike the Nightwalkers, the Daywalkers won't bother to struggle with the door, they left as soon as Xiao shut it. My skin still burns in pain as the bite mark begins to heal slowly. Eddy sits on a stool and lean against the wall, his bleeding arms healed slowly. . “Are you ok” Mel asked, as she sits beside me.

' I ask. Dad stops pacing the floor and nods at Nathan, who approaches me and hands me an envelope. The twins, Amara and Billy, hover around me to see as well. I open the envelope and pull out the photos. A young girl around my age is dismembered. Her skin is grey. Amara dry reaches and walks away, not able to see anymore. Billy follows her and gets her some water. The next photo shows two small circles close together. It's a bite mark. The next photo shows two men with the same injuries. Then an image of an older woman. I inspect the photos closely. They all seem to have the same injuries except for the older woman. I see long marks on her thigh. The same claw marks my family leave when the

The world around him seemed dimmed, the colours muted, as if life had been drained from the world and everything looked grey. The night air whispered through the clearing, carrying his grief-laden cries into the void. Alone, he stood amidst the devastation, a lone wolf surrounded by death and destruction. As the first rays of dawn painted the sky with hues of pink and orange, Lucas had gone around to check the bodies for any survivors. His fingers traced the contours of their faces, memorising every feature, as if by sheer will he could breathe life back into their still bodies. But there was no warmth, no heartbeat, only the crushing reality of their loss. Everyone was dead and he was the l