Walking Dead List Of Characters Novels & Stories

Arthur pouted and I had to admit that seeing such a childish expression on a fully grown man was more than a little amusing. "You know these two people?" Els asked shyly. "Yes. As I've already said, today wasn't my first kill and before, whenever I couldn't get rid of the bodies of the Strigoi, I'd ring this lovely couple up for help." I explained. "Els, meet Arthur and Tamara Brandon. Arthur, Tam, meet Els, the two collapsed people over there are Roxy and Ingrid, those five Moroi are Drew Ozera, Jacks and Quinn Dragomir, Dan Zeklos and Jill Drozdov, the guardians are Guardian Castile who's off running somewhere, Jenson, Black, Brent and Johnson." I introduced everyone.

"There were a lot of casualties. But most were on the enemy side and not ours, thank the Goddess. I have my warriors burning the bodies now." I nodded. We wouldn't be able to bring back any of the bodies. It would be too risky. Another problem with fighting battles on someone else's territory, especially one in a foreign country—the families wouldn't be able to hold a proper funeral. "Have they counted the dead?" I asked. "One warrior from each pack volunteered to take a count for their own pack. I believe the one for yours was named Jack Owen." "Jack," I repeated back the name of my friend. "How is he? Did you see him?"

Callum snatched my hand before growing at him. “Don't you dare to think about it, Edwin. She is from the ‘Dark Walkers’ and dear to the Whitlock family. Do I need to explain further?” Callum's hard voice drained the colour from Edwin's face. Though there was not much colour to his fair skin but his eyes…. “Oh God! Is he a vampire?” I asked with terror. I recalled that vampire woman from the mall who almost killed me or sucked me to death. Callum nodded, still keeping his gaze on Edwin who sighed.

Create myths. I provide truth. Exact. Detailed. Undeniable. 7:18 AM - Wolf fighter (W-22, name: Sarah Klein). Throat torn by Cormac's enforcer. Bled out in forty seconds. 7:19 AM - Vampire hunter (V-34). Staked by Valentina Corvino. Turned to ash. 7:21 AM - Dragon mercenary (D-03). Holy water attack by Tom Cracksman. Burned from inside. Died screaming.

Before I could react, she pulled out a knife. I froze. The blade came straight at me— Then, a sickening stab. But no pain. Vincent had stepped in front of me. Blood spilled, staining the floor. Even as he staggered, his eyes locked onto mine. "You okay? Did she hurt you?" I shook my head. Only then did his eyes finally close. *** The cops dragged Emma away as she shrieked profanities. "You filthy witch! Lunatic! I'll kill you one day!"

Abandoning the warzone behind him and leaving the hotel. Injured: Seth Alpheus Hunt, Nixon Driver, and Johan Nostradamus. Deceased: Melissa Ambrosia, Piana Darus, Manuel Romero, Paul Coxton, and Vincent Monroe. Missing: Michael Vas, Yua Arai. "The game will begin at a later date."

Ayleen and Victor were unconscious during Charlotte’s shift which would explain why they were as clueless as him as to what happened to everyone around them. Now, Charlotte is out there in the woods with not only the werewolves, weretigers and werecats but also the weredragons, vampires and sirens. “So she might be a royal?” Theo asks sceptically. “Yeah...” Azraiel has no idea how to explain it all when he himself can’t understand this. It’s silent for a moment. “We really need to find that Austin Jones aka Richard.” Theo mumbles as he squints his eyes to see if he can see anyone coming near.

the regular zombies are already dead at the 2nd floor and the one that is remaining standing was the TANK but it was still unscratched! and also Phil was already out of battle!! "PHIL!"- Art i search the surrounding and immediately found Papa , Timot and Uncle Sunny they are not in worst condition like Phil but are full of bruises! "PAPA!!"- Dessa

" Predictably, Jane panicked, her urgency clashing with my cool demeanor. The room was filled with bewilderment. As I ticked off the list of organs for donation, Jane grabbed my hand, holding it down. "You can't sign this!" I chuckled. "Jane, why are you so desperate to stop me? Don't tell me they're not actually dead." A trace of alarm flashed in her eyes, as if she made a tough choice. "Silvia, come with me." She led me to a hospital room I had never seen before. The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks.

The two werewolves made their way through the halls, navigating the familiar territory that had recently been disrupted by the arrival of the attractive vampire refugees. As they approached the clinic, the subdued hum of conversations and the scent of antiseptic filled the air. Alpha Dwayne's keen eyes took in the sight of Carla lying on a clinic bed, her form still and vulnerable. Alesha's presence offered reassurance, her vigilant gaze fixed on the unconscious Luna.