Walking Dead Shane Novels & Stories

“I agreed to it too… he’s been dead for a while… I didn’t think anything would go wrong and then… When Jackie went close, he instantly got up and held her hostage. She said not to care about her… and to kill him by any means.” He sighed heavily, running his hands through his hair irritably. “We tried to save her, but when we just about got her safe, she was already severely wounded. Shane bought us some time and he died in the process. When he attacked, she said we can’t let him go. He was fast and he vowed we were all dead, that he knew where the pack was. That’s when she tried to sedate him, she refused to sit back…” His voice cracked and he refused to continue. The pain inside was far too

She froze upon hearing his disgusting words. She was on the verge of losing her consciousness. The pain was too much for her. "Kill that one!" Shane ordered the guy who was carrying Emily. The guy began to walk to the woods away from them. "He's into kids. Don't worry. He'll have his way with her before disposing of her body," Shane said. The ground beneath her feet was snatched and she fell to her knees holding Shane's legs. "Stop! STOP HIM! I'LL MARK YOU!" She was screaming so loudly that her throat hurt.

Since it would seem that they never even thought about asking Heather if she was on any form of birth control to begin with. Pulling up in front of the pack house, I saw Shane waiting for me. As I exit the car, Shane pulls me in for a hug, rubbing my back to try and relieve some of the tension in my body. “What did my idiot sons do this time that would make Gavin want to kill them?”

"Mr. Whalen stayed up late to have fun. He's still in bed…" Just as the housekeeper finished talking, Saul had made his way to Shane's room upstairs. He opened the door. His legs turned weak when he saw the state Shane was in. He had to lean against the door to remain standing. Shane was lying in bed. His face was pale, and the foam by his mouth had already dried. He wasn’t moving at all. The housekeeper who followed him couldn’t help but scream in terror.

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!”

He was the Alpha of our pack, and there he was, calling Evan by his first name as if he were family. Well, it made sense. Evan and Julia were about to have their marking ceremony, so there was no need for formalities anymore. Just then, I heard Shane's voice. "They shouldn't bother. It'll only lead to heartache if they find out anything." I froze. Ghosts could not cry, but I felt tears coming. I turned around, and there was Shane, floating right behind me. I never thought I would be so thankful to be dead. As a spirit, my sickness was gone, and Shane was back.

Concrete and steel and twenty years of horror crumbling into rubble. Neah watches it burn. I keep my arm around her. Both of us covered in dust and blood and exhaustion. She's shaking. Not from fear. From adrenaline crash. "It's over," I murmur against her hair. "Is it?" Before I can answer, she pulls away. Drops to her knees beside Shane. He's on his back. Miles has pressure on the wound but blood is still seeping through. Shane's healing but slowly. Too slowly for a wolf his age.

Malcolm nodded and turned to the door but paused still. "Malcolm?". She called rising to her feet. He turned back slowly with a ripped throat and she gasped. He dropped dead to the ground and Shane was standing with a bloody hand. "Hello Step-Sis, let's end this". He announced and his eyes turned red. "You're a fool to come alone at me, Shane". "I never said I came alone". He smirked and unannounced Xayne broke out of the window kicking Miranda against the wall. . .

He’d lost. Gabe squatted by my side, his head cocked, his gaze on me. I felt him, I felt him scrutinizing me but I couldn’t look away. I was stuck at this moment in time, forced to watch Ethan kill Shane, forced to watch Shane die. No matter who dies here today, my heart would break. Shane’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, his head lolling as Ethan held him up by the hair. Blood oozed from the back of his head. Ethan glared down at him, leaning forward, he spat in Shane’s face.

Shawn chuckled with a shake of his head, he then nodded and said, "I am thinking of taking full advantage now after your encouraging words." "So what are you going to do?" Wyatt asked. Shawn stood up and started undressing, he looked down at Wyatt and smirked, "I am going to make sure that the citizen's respect my master." "By doing what?" Wyatt asked. Shawn shook his head. He left his things in the pub and walked out. Wyatt rushed after him and Shawn asked, "Do you have a cart to pick up a dead body?" Wyatt nodded his head slowly and said, "I have one but you need to buy it from me if you are going to transport the dead in it."