Walking Dead Tripp Novels & Stories

He challenged. Stephen jumped from the stairs without hesitation, steadily trotting at Nicodemus with his Vampiric speed but the Tribrid grabbed him by the neck,easily placing a bite on Stephen's neck before smashing his back to the ground. Stephen let out an audible groan;The bite Nicodemus gave him scorched through out his body. He could feel most part of his body were failing to move while the pain intensified. His groan continued to pitch louder,within seconds he coughed up blood while his eyes were gradually

I cannot bear the thought of her being mistreated in any way. I walk out onto the front porch. John, Trip, and Shawn are waiting for me. “Are you ready?” Shawn asks me. “Yes, let’s go get our Luna,” I say to the men. John and Trip are ready. They are both well packed with weapons. “I hope you have something in that pack to kill vampires,” I say to John. “You know it. Andrew fixed us up with some badass weapons just in case,” John says. Trip does not say anything. I pull Trip to the side. “If you are afraid, I can take someone else. I know you are expecting a child any day, and I do not want you to feel obligated to go,” I say to him

I asked still not sure if I was alive or dead at this point, Trixie turned looking at me in shock before she ran over hugging me. “Nothing really we just have every guard in this place hunting us.” Trixie said, shrugging her shoulders like it’s not a big fucking deal. I turned back over and closed my eyes. “What are you doing?” Trixie asked. “I’m trying to see if I can go back to where I came from, because waking up to this bullshit ain’t it.” I said, turned away from her. “Come on we need to move; Can you walk on your own?” I heard someone ask from behind me. I recognize the voice and got excited, but then I remember the last time I saw him, he tried to kill me. “Well that depends are you g

Tracking Travis ended up being less difficult than they would have imagined. It turned out he was a straightforward sort of a Vampire. He basically seemed to stick to Highway 89 as he approached the Crazies and there were plenty of accounts of seeing a suspicious character, as well as the body of one elderly drifter that never made the evening news.

"A massive coordinated army of nightwalkers." The door to my office suddenly burst open, slamming against the wall with a bang that made all three of us jump. Todd practically fell into the room, his face flushed and his eyes wild. He looked like he'd seen a ghost. Or something worse. "Todd?" I stepped towards him. "What's wrong?" Todd bent over, hands on his knees, gasping for air like he'd run all the way from the storage building. Which, I realized, he probably had. "The nightwalker," he managed between breaths. "In the storage room is dead."

I think of the oath I swore at this grave with blood on the stone and a priest as witness, and I think of the authorization code in violet ink with the initial T, and I understand that the vengeance I wanted would have made me the same thing as the man who signed the order. I stand. I turn away from the grave. Serafina is still waiting at the edge of the grove, her hand now empty at her side, her eyes on my face. "Walk back with me," I say. She falls into step beside me without a word. We cross the grove together, past the olive trees and the dry earth and the place where the bullet came from an hour ago, and we walk through the gate into the courtyard where three capos are dead on the stone

Before graduation, my boyfriend, Ethan Johnson and I planned a cross-country road trip. My roommate, Juliet Miller, kindly offered to organize our itinerary. On departure day, her luggage sat in the front seat. Her phone was connected to the car console. The only bed bore a tag ‘Juliet’s Spot.’ Ethan patted my head with a casual smile. “Juliet gets carsick in the back. Be good and sleep on the roof tent.” Driving through the desert that night, they left me at a gas station to guard our gear while they shot stargazing videos. I waited until dawn. Then Juliet posted a photo in our group chat. She wore my jacket in the passenger seat. Ethan’s arm rested behind her chair. My parents

"You’re in?" Trip’s voice finally, after the day from hell, has a slight hint of excitement as he leans over the shoulder of his hacker contact, leaning far closer to the fully grown man than he usually would, invading the man’s personal space to the maximum in his desperation. He doesn’t even exit the room to meet the occupant of the next high-powered sports car which roars into the pack before the first one has even left, knowing that it can only be another member of the Barrow family and knowing whoever it is will come straight to him and just glad that, at the very least, he has this. He has never really felt like a failure as a beta, but the fact that he wasn’t even the first to notice

It was then Rudina knew it was Volk. “Volk please wait” Trix said as she tried to escape but Volk got her Immediately. “Aaargh!!!” Trix screamed as Volk tore her limb by limb before he finally slammed her head to a tree. “Tell your boyfriend I said hi when you get to hell” Volk growled.

She was probably on the phone. "Don't worry," she went on. "I'll just call a few more times. He'll feel bad and open the door. He's always been my simp. He believes everything I say." That word—"simp"—snapped something clean inside me. Whatever hesitation I had left was gone. I walked straight into the guest room. You want to play the victim? Fine. I'll let you.