Walking Dead Troy Novels & Stories

By the time the door was lifted enough to provide an exit, the sound was close to laughter. “Screw the south!” Troy croaked. “I think I’ll try some English food instead.” Richard’s poker face finally broke, his upper lip trembling at the thought of Troy invading his motherland. Breeding. He let the garage door drop behind him and carried his victim into the shadows. As the woman kicked uselessly against his undead flesh, Richard felt a knot tightening in his guts. Walking into the darkness, Richard paused. He flexed his jaw, the stinger slack under his tongue.

He looks the least intimidating in the group, maybe because he’s the youngest. “I’m not a kid!” Eugene retaliated but Leila continued teaser him by ruffling his hair. “Hi.” Eugene greeted Chris shortly after getting away from Leila. “You’re so boring. Anyway, this is Troy, Troy Ivan. Don’t be scared at him, that’s his resting face plus he’s just shy.” Chris perfectly understood why Leila put a disclaimer for Troy. The man is well built. A man you would be scared to approach. Troy gave a small smile, “We’re sorry that we didn’t make it through the wake. We still had to finish some important business overseas.” He explained.

"Mr. MacAfee, what are you doing? Kneeling like this? Come on, I'm not worthy of such a gesture." Troy shook his head vigorously, sobbing. "No, Dr. Lloyd, you are worthy! You're the only one who can save me!" He continued, his voice trembling with fear. "The doctor said… said I'm infected. If I don't get treated soon, in the best case, I'll lose it entirely. Worst case… my whole body could rot, and I'd die in agony!" The terror in his voice was palpable. After racing to the hospital earlier, Troy had undergone a thorough examination.

While they are doing that Troy and I start taking out the enemy, Troy shifts and goes for the Werewolves while I go for the Vampires. We make a great team fighting alongside each other. Mum screams out in pain and Warren calls out for me, I whip my head around frantically looking for them. “There.” Troy shifts back and points amongst the thick of the fighting, I take Troy’s hand and vamp speed to her. Troy and Warren fight off nearby wolves while I check my mother’s wounds, it’s bad, her arm is almost torn off at the shoulder and her torso is black and blue her ribs clearly broken.

He didn't want to ignore it, but someone pushed him to go for it. Troy went inside, took a flashlight, and came out again. He was carrying a flashlight and a gun that he had just cleaned earlier. Surprisingly, he also lost five people outside. So where are they? Why did they leave without saying goodbye to them the next day? He was close to that dark side. The trees on their side are thick. He stepped on something soft with his lamp. Troy flinched in fear when he saw five of his men dead. Their bodies were broken. Their skulls were also broken and the lower covering was removed and their genitals were cut off.

Don't really know; I don't speak English Mexican well. Coolios! See you soon, best buddy! Yours truly, Troydorable! Troy's not dead?! Even after I abandoned him four hours away from home with no transport, he still managed to survive?! He's still not dead?! Could this day get any flippen worse?!

Troy gestured through the air and bandages whirled around, securing themselves around Candido’s chest. “It’s as close to… neutral ground as possible. I, for one, would appreciate you and that idiot over there leaving as soon as possible.” He turned to the door and left it open as he left. Candido stumbled around the bed, gasping, and barely holding on to the edge of the bed to get to me. He kneeled beside me, his hands were gentle, but I could see in his face how uncomfortable he was. Then, a voice came from the doorway. “So, you’ve finally pissed off Troy. Good grief, are all werewolves over there this stupid?”

It seems Troy has abandoned you, he knows defeat, any last words. His vampire look at me and said, "Fuck you and the Supremes," he heard growls and saw Ty and Drax in wolf form ready for the word. I changed into my midnight black wolf, King, who looked at him and he tried to run, dragging his left foot but the magic in the circle knocked him back as Drax dragged his foot pulling him back to the ring as he screamed in agony. He said with a pained face, "Just you, Aidan, just you," as tears formed in his eyes. He was barely able to stand as the wounds were not healing I told him, "Magic," and he said, "Not fair," I hit him knocking him back to the ground, Ty bit into his other leg and he growl

Nothing. It hurt like hell. Alexei found a safe spot to park, and I stepped out, making my way toward the compound. The house was empty. The farm was, too. Not a single animal in sight. "Ma'am, I believe we're trespassing," Troy said in a clipped tone. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a buzz cut and sharp black eyes, he stood with his hands clasped behind his back. Like the other two men with me, he was a Lycan of the Wrath pack, though not directly related by blood.

“I crept into their room through the secret passage that led to their closet. I hated to kill them when they were…in the middle of it, but it was then or never. I couldn’t take the chance of them finding more of it or getting away with what they had. After the deed was done, I searched their room, found the bag, and left the room the same way I came into it.” “And Barry?” Brock asked. “That’s where Troy comes in,” Blake said. “What?” Brock said. “Troy killed Barry?” “No,” Blake said. “I shot Barry. You see, Victor and I were talking in the kitchen. Well, Troy overheard us.” He chuckled. “He was in the stairwell of the cellar and we didn’t even know it. An hour later, Troy confronted me while