Walking Dead Indifference Novels & Stories

Her tone was chillingly casual, like she was talking about the weather, not human lives. "So it was you," I whispered, taking a step back, revulsion rising in my throat. "How long do you plan on using me?" Her expression hardened, the mask of indifference cracking. "As long as it takes," she hissed, each word dripping with venom. "Until I see Hannah buried six feet under, and I don’t have to see her stupid face again. But until then, I’ll use whoever I need to."

Henry soon ceases his struggle for breath. Blossom sniffs the air, her instincts steering her toward Liza, who is nearby. She follows the blood trail on the ground, navigating past overturned tables and a grim assortment of werewolf and human remains, some still recognizable, others lost to chaos. Her path leads her to the grisly area where bodies hang suspended from meat hooks, a morbid reminder of the horrors that have unfolded.

I call out to the tense redhead with pale skin and a shaky trigger finger, "It's me, Hyacinth. Hyacinth James." At the sound of my voice, the gun slowly lowers. "Dr. James!" she squeaks. "Oh thank the Goddess! I thought you might have been one of those wolf-bies" As she comes closer she crinkles her nose at the smell of the rank mud smeared all over my body. "Let's get you cleaned up." "Wolf-bie?" "Wolf zombie," she clarifies. "Have you seen them out there 'patrolling' the town? They are more like the undead than the living the way they have no will of their own."

The fucking nigga thinks he's above everyone and he's indestructible, I'll make him face reality and when he least expected it is when I'm going to show him my through colors and snatch life from him, Just like uncle said, they should feel the pain of losing a loved one too, and I bet killing Jade will be a one time news that will shake the werewolves world, and now that I think about it I'm so excited to do it cause even if I die later, I know it's worth it. The door suddenly opened and my mum walked in looking tired, “Mum?’’ I called in panic and stood up as I rush to her

His presence just made her feel that her minute chance of getting out alive is shrinking. “Thank you,” she said with a smile, trying to sound genuine. Lying is the best weapon when she knew they are planning her death. Maridelle’s heartbeats races after she has noticed Hodor is staring at her. “I need to go.” “As you wish.” He motioned his hand accordingly with his words. She has said “Thank you” before storming out of his vision. Hodor continued walking to the direction of Vamoire’s laboratory. He knocked and he was immediately admitted inside.

It gave her time to think. She didn’t head straight to the infirmary but meandered the hallways. The place seemed to have changed since Nathaniel had been in charge. The Alpha’s pristine mansion which had been void of life now felt like a city now lived inside the walls. Shifters, vampires, and wiccans wandered around, all in the same black uniforms that consisted of combat boots, cargo slacks and shirt. There were some variations such as a few agents wearing clothes meant for the frosty outdoors but, it was the same outfit. It was the outfit of soldiers.

“Don’t worry. I’m not misunderstanding anything.” My voice was calm when I told Ethan to continue with the adoption proceedings and that I would wait in the car. Relief visibly washed over him, and he even allowed himself a lighter smile as he told me to wait obediently and promised he would return shortly. I turned toward the black town car parked beneath the night sky. As I walked, I passed attendants from my former Coven and servants of the Nightfall Dominion. They did not bother to lower their voices. Their glances lingered on me with something dangerously close to pity.

"I heard you have been making sudden appearances in the council, meeting some Elders and discussing things not known to anyone. And a few days later, a debate was initiated by these councilmen. And now, they're debating on revealing themselves to humans after you meet with them. Is that true?" He did not respond. "You're testing my patience by keeping silent Mr Walker. You're giving me a reason to torture you before I get the truth from you. Even after rebirth, not a bit of you has changed." I walked up to him letting him meet my eye level. "Mr Walker. You know Whitehead is alive, living as a vampire all these years, and right now, you are one of those people working for him. You are working

“Your heart beats for wolves. For her.” “Correction,” I said, “my heart beats for one woman. The rest of you can choke.” Her eyes narrowed. “You are brave with chains.” “I’m brave without them, too. Want a demonstration?” One of the undead lurched closer, stockier than most. A hunter I recognized. Name started with a G. Greg? George? Didn’t matter. He was dead and smelled like damp death. I stared into his clouded eyes. “How’s the afterlife treating you? Better dental plan? More vacation time?”

It raised a hand, and a needle of purple energy lanced upward, piercing the metal of the vent just inches behind Pella’s feet. The metal groaned and hissed as the Void-energy ate through the alloy. The Walkers didn't rush. They enjoyed the slow, calculated terror of the hunt. They could feel the vibrations of the humans’ movements, the way the metal hummed under their weight. To a Void-Walker, the physical world was a playground of echoes and vibrations, and these humans were the loudest things in the building. "She is close to the girl. The one the Sovereign calls friend," the lead Walker noted, its blade of shadow lengthening. "If we take the friend, the Sovereign will come to us. She is w