Walking Dead Shane Novels & Stories

There is nothing to kill when death itself would be the one the fight against’’ Shane tells them. ‘’The Luna needs you….. Go’’ Shane commanded. He was so engrossed in crying for the sake of his sister, that he had forgotten the shadows do not take orders from anyone aside from their masters and their mates. ‘’What do we do?’’ Enzo asked. He could feel Chase was getting even more restless as every second clicked by. ‘’We sit and wait. One wrong move and her body would be the one we bring home and not her”’ Shane's words were scary but there was nothing anyone could do about it.

“River- “, I call out. Shane puts her unconscious body in the back seat of his truck closing the door. “Stay back! Stay the hell back!” “Shane, I didn’t mean…I didn’t know…I can- “ “I’ve tolerated your violent streak for far too long, Connor but this—” “I never meant- “ “She might be dead!” ‘We didn’t kill her. He brought her here. If she’s dead, he killed her. Not us. She’s not dead. She can’t be dead’ Killian barely holds it together and I let him take control. It barely takes seconds for Shane to shift into his wolf and together Killian and I meet a beyond angry Sage.

I haven't a clue how many children are down there or what the hell were going to do with them but that can be figured out later. Once again, Tony takes the lead and within seconds we are out in the open and storming towards the door that the children have gone on to. The noise is deafening as the fight carries on around us. A loud growl rocks the earth beneath us causing me to get ready to defend my group only as I turn to face the sound I watch as a wolf is thrown in the air and crashes to the ground with the loudest thud and thats when I see that Shane was the one to kill him.

He's lucky I just tore his leg off. He was on the ground, screaming and cursing. I changed back and started pounding my fist in his face, and only stopped when he was unconscious. He ran to my mate, and Zylon let her go. I hugged her tightly against my chest. She was barely opening her eyes, and her body was cold. Whatever it was that had infected her was beginning to take root. "Alphas," Shane called. I turned and met the worried eyes of both him and Tate. Shane found me shorts to wear. Tate kneeled beside his sister, holding her face in his hands.

Adora saw the direction of the conversation going off-track and looked up at the camera, cheeks flushed. "Pervert. I’m not chatting with you anymore—I need to study." She was still preparing for her CPA exams. Seeing that she was about to hang up, Louis quickly called out to stop her. Adora thought he couldn’t bear to end the call and said playfully, "Come on, stop it. You should rest early too. Enjoy the rare downtime." "No, there’s something serious I need to tell you." "Something serious?" "Yeah. Shane passed away this morning. He died in the infectious disease ward at our hospital."

Shane's POV I killed the engine just as I arrived and turned to my side. She hadn't woken up. This was my chance. I checked her pulse and confirmed she was breathing then stepped out of the car. The wind was chilly and it blew on my face. I let out the breath I was holding in and runned my hands. My eyes twinkled as I caught the view of the old woods and abandoned house in front of me. An abandoned house and it was perfect for what I was about to do. I went back to her side of the door and carried her.

Unless it was a family event, he ghosted me. Right before my due date, his family made him come home. That night, we argued. I started bleeding—bad. I begged him to take me to the hospital. One call from Ceryn and he left me there. I died. So did our baby. Never even got a chance. Shane didn't bother coming to my funeral. He was off vacationing with her. My parents? Crushed. They both got sick and died not long after. Shane took everything—the house, the money. He and Ceryn built their picture-perfect life with kids and grandkids.

I nodded, melting into the deeper shadow to cover him. He was on them before they finished their exhale. One second they were laughing about some girl’s tits, the next Shane had the first man’s head slammed against the metal door, a muffled crunch, and the second one’s throat opened by a blade I never even saw him draw. Blood sprayed black in the moonlight, pattering onto concrete like rain. Both bodies dropped without a sound. Shane wiped the knife on the nearest corpse’s jacket, then looked back at me. Even through the balaclava I could feel the heat in his stare That says, “That was for you walking into the gala alone.“

The grave was so old that the coffin inside had completely rotted, so Shane fell straight into it and lost consciousness. His buddies had no choice but to carry him back to the village. But when he woke up, it was like he was a completely different person. Not only did he start working hard, but he also obeyed everything Stacey said. Later, after economic reforms, he even became the first person in the village to become rich. Everyone said Shane's fall had knocked some sense into him. But Stacey insisted that the soul that woke up that day hadn't been Shane's. Not long after she said that, Stacey suddenly fell ill and died. Shane, however, lived until he was 70 years old. The villagers all s

Six months after I died, Serena Beckett came back to the cemetery looking for me. The wind blowing was cold and biting. I floated above my grave, watching her charge over in her high heels, her face pale and ashen. "Jason Shaw! Get out here!" She shoved aside a staff member trying to stop her and dug her nails deep into my photo on the tombstone. "William Clark needs a kidney right now. You're going to donate it, whether you want to or not! What kind of stunt is this? Hiding here and playing dead?"