Walking Dead Snapchat Novels & Stories

"But there's no ice cream truck around." Just as she was about to explain what it was, the smell suddenly vanished. "Huh, it's gone." "You sure you doing okay, Scarlett?" Shawn asked, referring to what happened in the lockers earlier. "It was just a weird smell I caught, that's all." "But...we didn't smell ice cream," Zack shook his head. "Soooo... which is it? Vampire or Werewolf?" Maddie asked. Scarlett pursed her lip in thought. After last time, she officially had a change of heart towards Vampires. "Werewolf."

Walker decided to link her instead. “I am so sorry, baby..” Walker linked, “We’ll get through this. We’ll make them pay for what they’ve done.” She didn’t answer him. All he could hear from her thoughts was internal cry that shattered him. Crystal kept eyeing Connie who was paying them no mind. She was cozying up to Maddy and Archibald, though, and that kept Walker on high alert. “This is terrifying..” Crystal said, “What if she’s some sort of undead?”

To Koba-VRDA (Encrypted Message) [Saoji Eyes - 2019, 01 January] An eyewitness could take a photo of a vampire who was passing in an Exposed state. No need to worry. Eyewitnesses took pictures in a state of unpreparedness, and the results of the photographs were unclear. I have obscured the witness' memory with Simple-Hipno. [Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April]

(Natalie's POV) Victoria stood frozen in the middle of the street, her face a mask of horror as she realized exactly who was watching her. The young man beside her—who couldn't have been more than twenty-five—tried feebly to straighten his rumpled clothing. I pulled out my phone and opened the werewolf forums. The notification count was already climbing into triple digits. Someone had live-streamed the entire thing. "BREAKING: Victoria Silverstone caught with young lover after car crash!"

The screen to her phone turns on due to the rapid movement, allowing me to see the notifications on her screen. There's a Snapchat notification from someone named "J🧛🏻‍♂️" and I can't help but wonder if that's Jack. "I wonder if that's Jack snapping her." I say aloud as I pick up Hazel's phone, attempting to unlock it. Gianna focuses her attention on me, before coming over to where I was standing in order to get a better look at her screen. Once Gianna gets a good look at the notification on her phone, she immediately scrunches her face together into a look of disdain.

I've followed her on F******k, and I*******m, her I*******m being private must have some good shit on it. Snap chat has been my favourite stalking platform as of late. I get to watch her stories, since she added me the night after we met. It's been a week since then, and through it, I've been able to familiarise myself with the people she's close to, particularly her friends, and baby sister that she continuously refers to as small Aurora in her videos. My phone dings, I grab it, groaning as I look through at the notification. Aurora's friend Katherine, whom I added on F******k a few days ago, just posted a video of Aurora falling down the swing.

“Eugene really has been spoiled rotten,” Mainard muttered, unable to hide his disapproval when the topic shifted to his wayward nephew. At the hospital, Adora turned and walked back after ending the call. Her phone buzzed with a soft ding, and she instinctively glanced down. Her expression froze. Louis’ phone, still locked, was showing multiple notifications—text messages, Messenger alerts, and app updates. The most recent ping was a new Messenger message: Zachary Miles: “Dr. Walker, where have you disappeared to? Off on a honeymoon? The group chat’s been buzzing, but neither of you has said a word.”

"And it's worse than the rumors suggest." I spent the next twenty minutes outlining everything—Riley and Lake's rescue, the facility we'd destroyed, Andy's death, and the organization that might still be operating in her absence. The room grew progressively quieter as I spoke, faces shifting from curious to concerned to openly frightened. "And now," I continued, forcing myself to meet each person's eyes, "we have confirmation that a nightwalker was spotted in Silver Creek yesterday. Following my mate and children through a public store." The silence that followed was absolute. Even the usual background noises of the pack house—distant conversations, footsteps, the hum of electronics—seemed t

Theodora asked. "That's what the patrolling unit reported." Liam replied with uncertainty vivid in his face. "Are you boys looking for me, Aurora of the conclave?" Aurora walked out from the woods in front of them along with Damien, her second in command for the daywalkers, John, and James who was carrying a backpack filled with blood bags. Theodore and his men's keen werewolf senses instantly caught the slight smell of corpses that followed them, there was no doubt they were daywalking vampires, their mortal enemies.

THE VAMPIRE'S WEAKNESS 18+ ~Fucking you is all about me~ ~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~ ~Am a vampire, you a witch~ ~Am gonna fuck you like one~ **** SCARLETT'S POV. The dead deer lay on the side of the old country road. It's bloated corpse was sorrounded by flies and buzzards circling over its head, waiting for their moment to land and gorge themselves on the feast awaiting them. The scent of decay wafted through the air. I got the feeling that it was more than just one creature laying before me. It's ultimately met the end from the front of the semi truck.