Walking Dead Season 1 Shane Novels & Stories

“Oh, I can’t wait for us to go down memory lane together. Maybe coming back here will unlock it all. Or will it just drive you crazy?” I took deep breaths, trying to focus on what he was saying, but it was hard when it felt like a balloon was inflating inside my head, filling every inch of my skull. “Yeah, it might just break you,” he chuckled. “Fuck you…” Shane continued to laugh, unbuckled his seatbelt, and stepped out of the car. Moments later, he came to my side and pulled me out. Without thinking, I headbutted him. He groaned and staggered back, giving me an opening to run. But I had only taken a few steps before old memories assaulted me, causing my head to pound. I screamed and fell t

Shane didn’t remind me, though he remembered to do his. As a shifter, we’re harder to kill than an average human. Our rapid healing ability is a big reason why, but being flung through a car window of a sports car being driven at the high speeds Shane likes to would do it. Kill me, that is, and not only me. Will I even make it back to the Dacres? Or will Shane claim I was dead when he came to get me and pin it on the Winter Lake Pack? Our baby has barely even started growing inside me and already he’s treating him or her as if they’re in the way. As if they don’t matter.

Killian said with devious smirk. "Christina Vera Cole…Rodriguez," Shane retorted or I guess Cassian. Killian physically stiffened and all the wolves in the house froze. Who was Christina? Was she his mom? Was she really this scary? "We should take this outside, negotiate something peaceful and calm." Shane said, motioning to the open doorway. "I won't show you this kindness again," he added staring straight ahead. In those words I felt a beast stir, telling the occupants of the room that it was present.

Shane looked utterly exhausted, as though he hadn't slept all night. Pausing briefly, I asked cautiously, "Have you… gotten the news?" Hailey, lounging on my bed, replied impatiently, "Did you know? Shane stayed up all night at the hospital taking care of me and worrying about my safety." Shane's gaze grew colder by the second. "Why are you back here? Get out!" he barked. "Hailey wouldn't have gotten hurt if it weren't for you!" I couldn't help but laugh. Shane's parents had been murdered, and he hadn't even seen them for one last time. He had a chance to be with them during their final moments, but he chose to stay at the hospital with Hailey—all because she suffered a minor cut on her pink

Little did she know, at that very moment, William was lost in thought—trying to figure out Layla’s next move. “Let Xena do whatever she wants?” he wondered. So she was planning to let Xena dig her own grave. Now that was something he looked forward to. * Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Shane was drenched from head to toe, leaving a trail of wet footprints as he staggered behind Chris. The ocean breeze cut through his soaked clothes, making him shiver violently. He sneezed multiple times before snapping in frustration. “If I see that little punk Carter again, I swear I won’t let him off!”

SHAUN The next day, Celina's funeral was held. Her body has been burnt and we are waiting for her parents to come and collect her ashes. I don't know what to do. The wind is blowing way too fast today. Shane went to get her parents along with many of my warriors. I can't bring myself to go there myself. I sat down in my living room, pouring myself a drink and getting myself drunk. As I poured the last drink in the glass, someone collected it from me. I looked up to see Ronther gulping down the last drink.

Shane walked in and bowed his head, “I’m happy you are home Luna Selene and I’m happy to see you want to eat Luna Nahla. He rolled in a cart full of all sorts of food and the girls helped him set the table. There were eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, club sandwiches, homemade pizza, fresh bread, fresh orange juice and milk. “Will you be joining us Shane?”, Nahla asked. “No thank you Luna, I have to fetch my daughter from the sitter. “Aww, what is her name?”, Selene excitedly asked. “Ava, she's a month old”, Shane smiled sadly. His mate Isla passed away during child birth, Selene read his mind. “We’re here if you ever want to talk or need a babysitter”, Selene smiled at him. “I can eat a co

He was the big target at the end of the day, and she'd be surprised if they didn't make one more play towards him. Sure enough, she had just emerged from the trees and spotted him in the hole - one tee off area when three shell walkers made a break for it, trying to run Shane to ground. Shamira learned something that afternoon . . . it had something to do with a phrase that her brother had said once. Some dogs like to chase cars, but don't have any idea what to do when that car stops. Shane wasn't armed, and apparently he didn't need to be. Where Sebastian had fought with grace, Shane was simply dominant. Step one, break a shell walkers neck with a knife-edged chop from the right hand. Step

Meanwhile, someone secretly over hears the conversation and leaves from there without uttering a word. Emma and Shane were enjoying the feast, teasing and talking and feeding each other. They then do binge watching and end up having a sleepover. On the other hand, Shawn broken and vulnerable starts walking from her house on streets leaving his car in their compound only. He was walking bluntly not knowing where to go and to whom. He walked around a kilometre when a fancy lavish car in black stops near him. He decides to ignore and was about to walk out from there but was stopped by someone. “Shawn… where the hell do you think you are going?”, a voice filled with concern and anger booms in hi

But Shane’s scent was here, clear as day. Shane spotted the rebels clan out near the edge of the village, looking across the pack. Shane only had two helpers backing him up, and with an attack force of only three, it stood to reason that he would be trying to go straight for the jugular by taking out the alpha. Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack.