Walking Dead Savior Novels & Stories

He remembered a thin back bent beneath his weight, a voice in his ear forcing him to stay awake. Hold on. We’re almost there. For years he had thought that voice belonged to Sylvie. Now the paper in his hand told him what should have been obvious from the beginning. The one who saved him had been Elara. The woman he married was the one who had carried him out of the fire. And he had killed her to save a liar. A raw, broken sound tore out of him. He clutched the box to his chest and dropped fully to the corridor floor, shaking so hard he could barely draw breath.

Cold metal pressed against her leg. "Savior?" The word came out a whisper. "I'm nobody. I'm just sick. Please dont hurt me". "Sick." He laughed. A short, ugly sound. "You're a plague. And tonight, I'm the cure." He lunged. The blade was inches from her throat then... CRACK. It was not a sound in the air. It was inside his skull. Inside his bones. Sloane's knees hit the marble. His dagger skidded across the floor. Golden light tore out of his wrist, burning through his sleeve. It condensed into numbers. Cold. Bright. Counting down.

The door closed, and within seconds, he was gone. The car disappeared into the night, carrying with it the quiet storm that had been building inside him since the moment I was hurt. I remained where I was, watching the empty space he had left behind, feeling an unexpected weight settle in my chest before our own car began to move again, heading back toward the penthouse. Sasha turned toward me immediately, her composure never faltering as she assessed my condition with practiced precision, her hands steady as she adjusted the pressure against my wound. “You need to stay awake, Sierra,” she said firmly, her voice grounding despite everything.

“How can you explain Suzan being there? She was, kidnapped. How can you explain that? I wouldn’t have killed my friends, please you have to believe me?” “I’m sorry, Jack, but Suzan had the same chemicals in her system. Who knows, she might have been hallucinating too,” I was in complete shock but, I was still in denial about the fact that I killed my friends or did I. The door opened once again as I blankly stared at the police officer to enter the room. “Jack Walters, you are under arrest for the murder of Simon Miller, Beth Miller, Luke Walgreen, and Suzan Walgreen. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

I closed my eyes, waiting for death to welcome me and for a chance to be born into a new future away from the blood and despair of this one but it was not my time yet. The man was ripped off of me, his screams of pain and terror a symphony of pure justice as I coughed hard at the strain whilst my life force returned. I watched through a teary gaze as my saviour beat the crap out of the man, breaking his hands before shoving his gun into his mouth and emptying the clip within him. It was a brutal death, one the man deserved and I found myself grinning wide as my saviour approached, shock and concern on his features. "Dammit girl...you should have waited! You are so damn stubborn. A girl after

Ichiro stood looking at him as if he had grown a second head. “That is impossible.” “Said the man talking to a werewolf. Shea, I will admit, may not be the easiest person to get along with, but she is a good person. Rough around the edges, sure, but she is loyal, and she is reliable. She probably left...” It came to Marx then, “to protect you.” “Marx,” Zigor called out. “The vampires are in Hedgewood. Seems Salvay and Passerini have aligned to Sven.” Zigor walked off and Marx made a move to go after him.

He chuckled, softly. "Why!!! Why You!" Laura groaned, falling to her feet. Lucas gnashed his teeth and closed his eyes tightly. He opened them and faced Vera who was trying to open the door. Though, Renee was holding her back. "I love you so much, Vera and brother-in-law, I did save her, right?" Connor sniffed, trying to hold his tears. Some zombies came to Lucas, smelt him, and walked away. He was part of them now so they couldn't hurt him. All he needed was to change, just like them.

He studied her with open fascination. Before anyone could speak, the door of the second van opened. A bulky man stepped out. He was broad-shouldered, with a familiar face. The same man Natasha had saved from Alaric in the rain that night. His eyes widened the moment he saw her. “You…” he breathed. “It’s you. The woman from the rain zone.” Aaron turned slightly, one eyebrow raised. “You know her, Marcus?” The bulky man—Marcus—nodded quickly. “She saved my life. Single-handedly took down Alaric and his crew. The infected… They listened to her. Walked away when she told them to.”

He spotted Alexa with Olivia and they seemed to be enjoying each others company. He walked to the medical building. He proceeded to going in freely, he walked slowly, so they won't notice him and as the one who almost killed him. He got to the door he knew too well. No one noticed him when he went in. Walter quickly peek up as soon as he heard the door close shut. Ethan approached his bed speechlessly. Walter lowered his book so he could be fully concentrated on Ethan. "How do you feel?" Ethan sat behind him. "I'm recovering after thanks to the vampire girl, Rosa said I would've been dead for several injuries, she gave her blood so I recovered quickly." Walter said.

Salvador walked out of the herd of Lycans grinning and Xavier recognized him immediately as the Lycan that he had almost fought with before Rhea’s quick intervention. “It’s Salvador,” Salvador smiled at him. “Not Salad or whatever you called it.” “Sounds like the same name to me,” Xavier shrugged. “Dumb anyways. You think you can face off with me and survive it?” “Yeah,” Salvador nodded. “According to all I heard, your father is dead now and can’t fight for you anymore. What have you got?”