Walking Dead Shane Novels & Stories

He is the chief detective, after all, he can make sure they will get their punishment. "What are you going to do with me?" William asked trembling in fear. "Well, I have a perfect plan for you. You are gonna love it." Shane said smirking evilly. "Get him in the car," Shane ordered and his team took him and placed him in the trunk. "Where are you taking him?" Nate asked Shane. "Why so curious, Nate? Join us in the fun." Shane said entering his car, Nate chuckled and entered the car along with Vlad and Tyler.

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.

Just as we were focused on getting me out, I noticed something happening behind Jackson. “Jackson!” I shouted. But before he could turn, Shane plunged a knife into his side and twisted it deeper. “No!” I yelled. “You really thought I would make this easy?” Shane laughed. “You didn’t think I knew you were coming?” He twisted the knife further. “No! Stop!” I shouted, shaking the bars. Shane yanked the knife out and tossed Jackson down the hallway like he weighed nothing. Turning to me, he smiled. “Ready to watch another family member die? I think I’ll take my time with this one.”

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

Cain was very sure of himself. "Shane can't split himself into two. The Lanes found Shane in a vegetative state and secretly brought him to their home. We've been following him consistently since he woke up. We had our eyes on him every time he left the house! Mr. Lawson of Lawson Global is always working. Although there aren't any photos in the papers, we often see the reports." Dexter pressed his lips tightly together.

The voice asks again before I feel hands touch my body allowing my eyes to open, where a very concerned Vito knelt down beside me, him also getting soaked with the rain. “He’s gone Vito.” My voice cried out and he puts his hands under my body and lifts me, so I was no longer laying on the floor, where in his eyes, it was as though he already knew what I was saying. “Shane’s dead! He’s dead!” I cry allowing myself to fall into his chest, his arms going to wrap around my cold and wet body as I weeped into his chest.

Still, the feeling persisted. Suddenly, Shane's head snapped up, his eyes locked on something in the distance. "Max? Is that you?," he whispered, a small smile playing on his lips. I followed his gaze, and saw two figures walking towards us, something felt different, definitely off, she didn't seem familiar at all and it definitely wasn't her. I stood beside Shane, my eyes scanning the horizon as the figure grew closer. But before I could even spot her, then suddenly I saw a group of Synod Agents emerging from the shadows. They were fast, their movements swift and deadly.

Elena placed everything out for me and I started to clean myself from head to toe, getting rid of the bloody smell. Turning off the shower I wrapped a towel around my body and head. Wiping away the steam that covered the mirror I started on my hair, slicking it back into a high ponytail. Walking out of the bathroom I stopped in front of the bed and just stared at the duffel bag. The reason why I stopped was because I wanted to give all my attention to Neveah and keep her away from that world, keep her safe but I had to bring the Shadow of Death back if it meant keeping my baby safe and taking down those who wanted to hurt her and if I didn’t want something to happen again.

Then, she turned and walked away, utterly broken. By the time she got home, the sky had already darkened. Leo immediately rushed toward Charlotte, his tone urgent. "Lottie, how did it go? Did you find Shane? Will he—" She lifted her gaze. Her cheeks were still wet with tears, and her gaze was vacant. "He's dead. Lily… She's dead, too." The urgency on Leo's face instantly froze, and was replaced by genuine shock. But the next second, that shock mixed with barely concealed panic.

It was Shane. His leather tunic was torn at the shoulder, but his eyes held none of the pain or confusion he had shown during the search in the eastern wing. They were cold, empty, and burning with a dark, ruthless intent. In his right hand, he held a long, double-edged broadsword, its steel gleaming under the silver moonlight. Shane stood over the bed, looking down at the comatose Alpha King. A cold, wicked smirk touched his lips. "You should have died on the border, Dominic," Shane whispered, his voice smooth and devoid of any loyalty. "Now I have to finish what the witch started."