Walking Dead Villains Novels & Stories

Two of his men hoisted Vincent from the floor and forcefully dragged him out of the cell, maneuvering down the dimly lit corridor and through a door leading to the subterranean depths. ********** Dirk signaled for Bogo and Bane to maintain proximity as they assumed their positions and ventured into the darkness of the night. The air was soon pierced by the rapid discharge of pistols, bullets ricocheting off the stone walls and penetrating every available surface. Amidst the gunfire, an unexpected chorus of howls emerged, catching Dirk off guard. It became apparent that he wasn't dealing with another betrayal from one of his vampire business partners; rather, werewolves were the adversaries h

William disclosed. "Just because I am not your son, does that means you should hate me that much?" Bryce shuddered. "Look, I don't have time for you" he pointed to his guard, "Finish him" he hissed ordered and left the scenario laughing darkly. The third part was very brief, it showed Mike bargaining a deal with the underworld don, if though his face was blurred si they couldn't even catch a hint of who he was but Mike face was clearly seen.

The only thing that was different about them was the approach. A rogue werewolf called Hell-hound was just a wild ravager, destroying all that was in his path, he was once a Beta in a pack in Cuba, but he became rogue after he lost his mate and unborn pup in a fire. Ever since he had been wandering and terrorizing the South American packs. The next supernatural was a group of rebelling vampires known for killing young girls of eighteen with blonde hair. They travelled around the world, picking and selecting their victims whether human or magical and eradicating them.

she asked. “He’s from Wadim’s den,” I replied with disgust. “Damn, I thought they were all dead.” “Apparently not,” Garth interjected as he walked up on the other side of me. “Who is Wadim?” “Was,” I emphasized. “He was a twisted son-of-a-bitch who dealt in human trafficking and cannibalism. Rumor had it he was the bastard son of Dracula.” Garth nodded. “I see,” he said. He looked at Magdalena and said, “So the rumors are true?”

“We can bring them back to the pack cells for now.” “Happy to torture them for you,” Alex offered. “After all, I’m sure you have better things to do.” “These motherfuckers showed up here on my wedding day. There’s no fucking way I’m not going to torture them myself.” Blake’s eyes turned evil. “I want at least a few minutes with them. Then they’re all yours, Adalwolf. Luke, find some warriors to sniff the rest of the place out to make sure there are no others.” “On it,” Luke replied, heading back toward the wedding.

"James, I love you. I just loved you too much—" I stepped back. I didn't let her touch me. "People like you don't get to use that word." The Council came quickly. Attempted murder of a registered noble's partner. Attempted murder of an unborn heir. Falsifying a death to deceive a noble house. Use of a banned compound to interfere with vampire bloodline senses. Any one of those would have been enough. She was screaming my name when they took her away. I didn't turn around. I just stood there, and what kept playing in my head was Elena on the floor of that shed, her hand over her stomach.

She then looked at at him as she exclaimed, "How dare you!" "It's your surname though!" She slapped his arm and for a moment he lost control of the car but quickly recovered. "Shit..." Ashleigh breathed out as Damien chuckled nervously. "Sorry." "I swear if I died I would've killed you!" "How would you do that when you're dead?" "I'll possess you and make you commit suicide." Damien gave her a look. "Thats dark woman." "I love you too."

After all, it's not like I'm going to be the only vampire searching the city. B-negative. All I needed was some B-negative. All Khloe needed was some B-Negative. And if my own pet needed it to ensure her survival, then I was going to get it for her. It's not like I was going to kill anyone. Scaring them was unavoidable at this point... I licked my fangs as I reached the window. ...But I had a pet to take care of.

In addition, three swaying figures wandered along the alley, after them the rest of the walking corpses began to slowly turn around and move. “So-so,” Vic said through gritted teeth, an approaching panic stirred somewhere inside, his creatures decided not to leave their master. Behind the backs of this line, the battle with the delonkhs continued - bright flashes of swords and twisting scourges of magic flashed, but if some of the dead had already retreated, then soon the opponents would hit them in the back and begin to break through for the elusive prey. Vic took a deep breath and quickly quickened his pace. Then he paused again and turned around. Walking corpses pulled into the alley, blo

Death tells him "Who's that?" He asks "Can I go?" I ask tiredly "It's me, and yeah, your little friend is in your room," Death says "My little friend," "The werewolf," he says At his words, I take off running past him and quickly up the stairs in record time before bursting into my room where she was sitting on my bed covering her ears. "What is with the screaming?" She asks "Sorry," I say before sticking my head out of the door, "Death can we go in your room?!" I ask him