Walking Dead Troy Novels & Stories

Troy was making his way through the base, following the trail of dead bodies, when he finally came upon a live one. “Pierce,” James greeted as they backed up against each other. “Thanks for coming, Beaumont,” said Troy. “Been a while since I heard that name,” James grinned. “Oh, for fuck's sake! Really?! Your first order of business is coming to see him?!” Aaron yelled from behind a wall adjacent to them. “Because of course you two know each other!”

"I'm sorry! Everything was my fault! I was a jerk and a fool, blinded by temptation! "Please come back, Estelle. I've dealt with Rue and her pup. I'll give you the whole pack if you want it. Just come back to me…" I looked at him calmly. "It's too late, Troy." "No, it's not! Not yet!" He shook his head frantically, tears mixed with blood welling at the corners of his eyes. "My wolf still responds to you, doesn't it? That's a miracle! You said so yourself—even the Moon Goddess couldn't explain it! We can't just end like this!"

Tory and Grace too their respective property's and follow Humphrey to Henry's place which was one of the two bedroom flats in the compound. They plugged their phone, when Tory realized that her phone was not charging at all, she kept on trying but all to no avail, she asked grace who had successful power on her phone what the time was and was told it was 9:40pm going to 10:00pm so they both made the decision to sleep over and since Tory already knew Humphrey she felt safe knowing that he was not going to try to touch her in anyway but she totally forgot to inform grace how Humphrey behaves. Tory entered the second room with Henry so she could plug her phone with his charger after which they

V. Come on, my little flea. I want to laugh as Troy walks into my trap. I used a little magic to make him come to me. Why should I have to do all the work? As he gets closer, I rub my hands together in anticipation. I can't wait to get him. I will use him as an example for the others. All they have to look forward to is death, and each one will be worse than the last. "Hello?" Troy says as he walks further into the forest. It's time to die, little flea. I promise to make it as painful as possible.

#Reality# I and Jessy enquired for the address of the authoress, but unfortunately, it was reported that she had died of cancer 2 months ago, but her child Troy is still in town, living with his uncle (Katherine's brother) no one in the theatre knew were they stayed, but the fact that he is here in New York gives us big chance of finding him easily, my father being a vampire and Katherine being a mortal human, makes Troy a half breed vampire with limitations to his abilities It was approaching dusk, so we departed back home, without completing the supposed mission, which was to find Troy's crib. Jessy and I together with Linx, Dexter, Tessa and Anna had boarded a cab back home, but on getti

, I tried explaining but Troy's voice interrupted me "We need to get them to the hospital", Troy fished for his car keys in his pocket before walking over to Cedric, and he growled out in pain while holding his head, it must be from a mild concussion because I saw him hit his head on the floor after I shot him, resulting in him losing consciousness. Troy wrapped his arm around his neck, helping Cedric on his feet as Damon rushed out the door to the car.

Troy growled, the map clutched in one hand. "Everything. She's the…key…" Romero's eyes froze, his hand twitching as he slowly lifted it to touch Troy on the cheek, "Madalynn? Is that you--" he wheezed, then his hand dropped to the ground, his body going limp. *** "What did he mean?" I asked hurriedly as we descended the stairs from the tower. I missed a step and nearly fell into Troy's back as I tried to keep up with him. "I don't know. Lycaon's tomb is a fable. Its existence is a myth. I doubt this is real—"

His face was buried in the crook of my neck. My eyes went around him. I missed everything about him, even our arguments too. 'Are you alright?' He asked through the bond. 'More than alright,' Someone cleared his throat. Troy growled looking at Ray. He lifted his hand in the air, "There's no such intention but we have a big problem you know... Bad Wolves and a witch to handle. Though, we have killed his army of the dead, " He mocked. "A witch?" I panicked. My eyes darted between them. My heart started beating loudly again.

Marcus and Rena behind him, hurting and moving anyway. Steady. That was enough for now. The night swallowed them. The road stretched ahead, long and uncertain. Every step pulled Troy further from the inn and closer to whatever waited at the vampire court. The cold in his hands had spread to his wrists, his forearms, his chest. It felt like ice forming around his heart. But he kept walking. Tyra was out there. Taken. And he would not stop until he reached her. Aldrian set a pace that balanced speed and endurance. Marcus and Rena matched it without complaint. No one spoke. Words were not needed. The only sound was their boots on the dirt and the distant wind moving through the scrub.

She vowed to punish him for his sins and make him suffer just like he did to others. And now he’s dead. “And what?” Ryder demands. “What else is there? Scarlett feels his fingers squeeze her arm, protective of her. She’s too stunned to process anything and if he wasn’t holding her, she’d have collapsed to the ground. “When Vincent walked in, he saw Hector dead on the ground,” Jim begins. “And Troy was hovering over his dead body, holding the murder weapon. The cops arrested him on charge of murder.” “What…” Kat slumps to the ground, completely shocked. Troy has been arrested?