Walking Dead Savior Novels & Stories

“You have bled for wolves who were not yours. You have stood when others would have bent.” She paused, letting the silence stretch. “Do you claim your place.” The question was not ceremonial. It was real. And it was heavy. I thought of the refugees pressing against our borders. Of Ben’s grief. Of Sally’s resolve. Of the weight already settling on my shoulders whether I acknowledged it or not. “Yes,” I said. The word did not shake. Morgan inclined her head. “Then hear this.” She turned to the pack. “By ancient right and present will, Savannah is recognized as Alpha-blooded heir under Night Walker protection.”

My only job right now is to keep his attention on me. I keep smiling, pretending I’m hopelessly stranded. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Gabriel hard at work, his big frame hopping out of the underbrush to swiftly open the car door. He pulls the little old lady out of the back, smacking a rag soaked in chloroform over her mouth and nose. Her scream dies on her tongue as she inhales, knocking her out almost instantaneously.

he added with a smirk. I scoffed and playfully hit his chest. "Thank you, for everything you're doing for me, Tyberias" "You don't need to thank me, I like helping you. I'm taking complete care of you now." I said and lightly kissed my forehead. We were interrupted by a loud bang. All of a sudden the elevator doors were forced apart and men in suits stood with their guns pointing at us. I recognised Adrian as one of them. "What the fùck is wrong with you?" Tyberias asked.

Logan's eyes widen as he gets up to look at his father in disbelief. " The god of thunder?" " Indeed." The boys eyes shined in excitement. As he jumps on the bed " He is my favourite dad! I have read his stories -" " But wait." All the excitement from Logan's eyes vanishes as he leans closer to his dad. Desperate to know. " What happened to the death wolf, king Thaneos?" “ Did he found his salvation?” Zander sighs to shake his head in a no. “ No one knows where Thaneous went, it was like he vanished. Some think Thaneous found his salvation . Just like Serena. And they both were sent to heaven. They were rewarded for protecting the earth from evil as a result, the gods titled them.”

"I'll take Adrian, Elena, Maya, and a squad of ten soldiers. That's all I need." Daniel stared at me. "That's suicide." "Trust me." I smiled. "I know what I'm doing." The raid was brutal. But we succeeded. We cleared the sector. We saved hundreds of survivors. We brought them back to the base. The legend grew. Scarlett Vale, the Reaper. The woman who could kill a thousand infected with her bare hands. The woman who could sense danger before it arrived. The woman who had come back from the dead to save the world. I walked through the base.

he snapped. I took a large sigh before I asked him a question; "Do you know what a Salvador Is?" "Like a saviour wolf yes? Someone who gives their life for another?" "Kind of" I said with another sigh, the secrets seemed to be spilling nonstop for the past few days. "A Salvador Is a saviour, it is a wolf who saves another wolf when they are on the brink of death. I told you that people were after Mason and I, and when they caught up with us it got ... a bit ugly. Mason and I got separated, when I found him he was about to die" I began, my voice cracking.

Rotting hands began reaching in to grab their ankles and legs, slowly dragging the pair, who were still biting and clawing at each other, toward the edge of the balcony. “No! Help! Xavier, save me!” I simply stood there, watching her with a blank expression. The next second, the two of them tumbled over the edge together. Their screams were instantly swallowed by the howling horde below. After those two pieces of good-for-nothings were dealt with, I didn’t feel much relief, because the surveillance monitor showed that Ruth was in very bad shape. Three S-class zombies had surrounded her. Even though she had killed two of them, the last one—a mutated zombie king—had ambushed her.

Their bodies moved together in a way that was primal, brutal, desperate, the sound of skin slapping against skin, of heavy breathing and fevered whispers, filling the air. The bed creaked violently, the walls trembled, and through the long hallways of the Cali mansion— They were heard. Every. Single. Sound. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Across the city, in a secure warehouse, Agent Wexler sat in front of a dimly lit screen, her fingers drumming against the desk as she listened to the buzzing chatter of her team. Salvora was dead. And that was a problem. Hammer leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching her with a smirk.

After that, I led Joyce back to our car. After the shopping spree, I chose not to let Walmart deliver the goods to my doorstep. Instead, I had the employees fill the car up with the food that I bought. After all, the neighbors would definitely suspect that something was going on if they were to notice the haul that I brought home. After the zombie outbreak, the most terrifying thing in the world wasn't the virus itself, but rather the dark side of humanity. Many survivors died in the hands of their allies during the early stage of the outbreak.

One that happened during the massacre, when their parents were killed, when they tried to protect their children, at that time, when Hathori they were ambushed in, their party was invaded, when at that time, before they killed Hathori, the Rescue arrived alerted by some informants, who killed some henchmen, who were werewolves, from the Scavengers clan, when the gods rescued Hathori who was saved before his death, when traitorous lycanthropes and united in a group of rebels to attack the underworld party . Rescued even though he was just over 5 years old, he saw in front of him all the guests being torn apart and killed, so he was saved by the greatest beings he could see, and Sokaris, Osiri