Walking Dead Shane Novels & Stories

This will haunt me for the rest of my life, knowing that I’m the reason she’s an Undead, something she didn’t want to be. I cradle my mate’s body in my arms, trying to stop the bleeding from her neck. “Get Doc!!!” I yell out in absolute agony. I know he’s somewhere around, helping the guys who got hurt. I feel as if my heart will burst out of my chest from the pain I’m feeling right now as my mate’s blood spills through my fingers, along with her life. She can’t die!!! I won’t let her die. I notice Shane rip the fucker who attacked Angel to shreds with his bare hands. He’s one of the few who were fighting in human forms. The Deads, along with Aiden and Asher look furious.

Before I could react, she pulled out a knife. I froze. The blade came straight at me— Then, a sickening stab. But no pain. Vincent had stepped in front of me. Blood spilled, staining the floor. Even as he staggered, his eyes locked onto mine. "You okay? Did she hurt you?" I shook my head. Only then did his eyes finally close. *** The cops dragged Emma away as she shrieked profanities. "You filthy witch! Lunatic! I'll kill you one day!"

At last, Shane looked pleased. He adjusted the blanket around me with a gentle touch and murmured, "I'll be right outside. If you're not feeling well, just call out for me." However, in the dead of night, a sharp pain ripped through my belly, jolting me awake. Without thinking, I cried out for Shane. At the sound, Shane snapped to alertness, ready to burst through the door. However, before he could act, a heart-wrenching scream echoed from Joanna's room.

“I’m taking it.” On the walk back, the first dead thing crosses her path. Male. Forties. Office shirt torn at the shoulder. One shoe missing. Blood down his tie, which feels unnecessarily formal. He shuffles from between two parked cars, head cocked, mouth working around a sound too wet to be breath. Maya stops. Not freezes. Stops. There is a difference, and she has paid for it. The dead man turns toward her. Slow. Hungry. Certain. Her body remembers dying. It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat.

The three females died their laughter when he came in. "Is there a problem Shane? Where are you heading to?" Sheila asked without preamble, her second question stemming from the sweat she saw pooling on Shane's forehead. Shane swallowed. "Nothing Aunt. I was just heading to the clinic. Esther is awake."

She laid there and waited for him t wake up. Shane woke up with a blistering headache and wondered how much her drank. He felt his ship was still and panicked when saw a woman in his bed. He tried to move slowly and crawled off the end. When he turned back, she was propped up on her arm and staring a t him. "I'm dead or this is dream." "Those the only two options?" "What else could it be?" "I could actually be sitting here." "Are you?" "Go outside and you tell me."

The grim reaper had spared their lives. Instead of death they were given a choice. The gatekeeper to the afterlife had given them another chance. Perhaps it was a chance to say goodbye or a chance to start over. Shane had died in order to feel alive that very morning. So instead of waiting for the grim reaper to come for him he had taken the bold step to the gates of the afterlife.

She divided the bouquet in two and put each small bunch in a vase on either side of the tombstone. "There..." she sighed in satisfaction. "Happy Birthday dad." Ashleigh was walking off when she saw someone familiar not too far. She went closer to get a better look. It was Richard, he was on his knees at a grave. She went closer, curious to find out who he had lost. "To this day it still weighs heavily on my conscience," she heard him say. She heard a stick snap beneath her and shut her eyes. She opened them to see Richard looking at her. He quickly turned away to wipe his tears as he asked, "What are you doing here Ashleigh?"

He followed up. "These will be useful. It didn't cross my mind but since your family is familiar with us, the grim reapers, they'll probably notice everything and will immediately get rid of us as soon as we step a foot on that town," Mara said and the took everything Shane has given to her to change her get up. "Makes sense," Damien whispered. Shane nodded and went into his room in a quiet manner. He seems lost in his thoughts. Well, he really is. Shane worries a lot as the time runs. He is a hundred percent sure that even if they haven't set a foot in the town yet, his grim reaper companions' foot are already six feet under the ground already. Just like him.

He punched the arm of Zayn who groaned and still stared at him in awe. What did he mean? " You mean she's alive? How? " Zayn demanded and Shane's face turned ugly, " What's all that motivational talk for if you didn't believe she is out there? " He exhaled and replied Shane, "I just have this instinct that she can't die that easily, she's a stubborn head and a witch is involved, when a witch is involved in supernatural sh*ts, the rules change"