Walking Dead Troy Novels & Stories

“I’m so sorry, Cassy. I came and risked my life in this place in the hope that I could bring you back home. Father is already waiting for you. You don't belong in Black Haw anymore. “She is not going with you if she doesn’t want to." That familiar baritone voice made me stand from the huge rock I was sitting on, and I saw Treyton slowly coming out from the dark side of the forest. Troy frowned when he saw that his silvery hair was some kind of bad news. “Who is he?” Troy asked, and I saw the tension in his eyes, ready to fight the young Albrecht werewolf.

A particularly hard punch to his stomach caused Troy to vomit, his body staggering and collapsing beside his car. His vision darkened as the pain overwhelmed him, rendering him speechless. 'Sarah... Sarah…' he screamed internally, fear gripping him. Would he ever see Sarah again? Moments later, everything went quiet. He could no longer hear footsteps or voices. "Troy… wake up! Troy!" Troy flinched at the sudden voice he recognized so well. Was he hearing things? A moment later, he felt his body being lifted and dragged into a car. The vehicle sped off, but Troy couldn't hold on any longer. His consciousness slowly faded, and in his final moments, he prayed to survive and see Sarah again.

"Do you really think the chief of South Alp Sect would hold back when his own son was slain?" They just had to point South Alp Sect toward Frank and collect the spoils once the carnage ended. "H-Help me…" Troy suddenly gasped as hard as he could, begging Donald for help. He was barely alive and was certainly glad as he could vaguely see an ally… Donald was taken aback. "Troy is alive!" Jaud simply strode up and stomped his foot on Troy's throat. The man died with his eyes wide open—it had never crossed his mind that Donald's lackey would kill him!

While everyone rushed inside the room to go still. " No....nooooo!!!" It was the biggest tragedy in werewolf history ever known. Thaneos....the greatest and strongest werewolf in history, was found dead beside the goddess of light...whose body has now turned dark as night. A knife rooted in his own heart by himself. Their hands intervened. Signifying an end to a beautiful yet tragic love story of all times. . . . . . . 5000 miles from the Werewolf Kingdom The Lycan Province

Troy said walking towards his office then immediately his beta walked up to him standing as far as he could. "Rey just sent us a tracker that will enable us to track her current location, she's in a spot according to him as though the poison has taken effect on her." Troy immediately shifted into his wolf form as other of his members entered into the car and began to drive behind him, mind-linking to him on which side to turn to. Raymood asked Yvonne to stay behind, so he also joined them in the search. When they finally arrived, at her destination she was laying on the ground almost lifeless. Troy shifted back into his human form, checked her pulse only to find it so weak.

He was crying but finally looking at her. "What happened Damien?" He didnt say anything but he cried more. Silently. She didn't even think he was breathing. It was as if he was trying to hold his breath to hold in his tears. "Oh you found- what the fuck?" Jonathan gasped in shock. Ashleigh looked at Jonathan, "Please, make all this disappear?" "Sure." Ashleigh watched Damien stare at the floor as Jonathan got rid of the pills and the blade and all of their companions. When Jonathan left to put away the stuff she spoke.

I returned to Troy and served the snacks. “So, what do you want to talk about?” “Yesterday, I returned to Wolfgang with some of Alpha Matthew’s men,” said Troy. “I am certain that Hayden and Daniel did not die by that nasty Monster.” “Are you sure? They didn’t even come to us after they survived. Didn’t they promise to come back?” I asked. “They are somewhere far away. I found a message they left on the bunker wall. They will travel the world and help others,” mumbled Troy.

I begged but Alex gave me no reason. “He is dead Blue,” Troy said, trying to pull me away from his body but I pushed Troy away. “Stop being negative, he is only asleep,” I cried “he would wake up any moment from now,” Troy pulled me into a tight hug and stroke my head as I cried into his shoulders. This night had not turn out to be what I expected. It was supposed to be a night of excitement but I lost someone who was precious to me. I watched as the medical team covered his eyes and carried his lifeless body away f

Back at the hotel, Troy walked out of the bathroom after having a cold shower which wasn't working for him, an increasing desire spread through his body, he took a cold shower but it didn't work well for him, he rode himself at the bathroom, but his little brother didn't take a while before it stood up again. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he wandered into the bedroom, looking for the switch to on the bedroom light, it was at that moment that his bedroom door was abruptly opened and a lady was thrown inside, scaring the wits out of him as the person outside shut the door again, with a bang. "Hey!" he shouted but got no response, he walked over to the door and his gaze fell on the lad

“Who knows, maybe they can tell Camille’s mother to do whatever your people used to do to cure you. Making them know why you needed the money from the robbery will also make them know that you’re not just some money-loving crook. Think about it.” Troy stared at the screen without seeing anything. He felt such restlessness within it was terrifying. He needed help quickly. But although he knew that he needed medical attention, he didn’t think it was appropriate to ask the werewolves for anything…especially money. He knew that Gloria had been truthful with him. He felt it. But he just didn’t see himself asking for favours. He stood up abruptly and began to pace. “Are you okay?” Paul got to his