Walking Dead Villains Novels & Stories

"Yeah. And when I barely survived the attack, Vincent found me and offered to help fake my death in exchange for information about Marcus and his operation. I've been working with the hunters ever since trying to bring down both Marcus and the Volkovs." "But the Volkovs aren't the enemy here. Marcus is. He's the one who tried to kill you and he's the one using his badge to protect criminals." "The Volkovs are still dangerous. They're werewolves who could snap at any moment and kill dozens of people. Vincent says they need to be eliminated before that happens." "Vincent is using you. He doesn't care about justice or protecting people. He just wants to kill supernatural beings because he's afr

( High Scholar Vanessa Lumariy) Everyone in the room were not by any means a new blood in the war or knowledge about Fantasma most famous enemies the Undeads and the Demons, it was a common knowledge that although Undeads were mostly weak, but the rotting walking corpse were never to be underestimate, Undeads whenever they appeared naturally it would be in a large numbers and with it, they carries all kind of diseases and plague on their wake and at every step their takes.

“Velma, you don't understand. The sun is gone. It's the time of the moon now and the Fangtastic Forest is not safe for werewolves, much less humans. The night walkers are out now.” “Fuck! I forgot about them,” Nigel cursed. “Night Walkers are vampires who can't walk in the sun, so they hunt at nights,” Miranda declared, and again Lazarus was impressed. “So now you all see why you have to spend the night here?” Lazarus said this looking directly on Velma, whose face was so red she had to turn her eyes on the floor. “OK that’s the smart thing to do,” Valko added.

While propping myself up on the wheelchair, I rose to my feet. A look of shock came across Selena's eyes, and she froze mid-laugh. I tapped into my phone and tapped on the recording. "One needs to apply some tactics when going against someone who's evil. What do you think?" Selena started screaming when she realized that her plan had failed. With a cold gaze, I stared at her going berserk. After calming herself down for a moment, she reached out to snatch my cell phone away from me. I dodged her, resulting in her losing her balance and rolling down the stairs.

“They are all still…” “Zombies,” Rhett said grimly. “They’re final-level zombie now, past vampire blood.” “The only option now is to…” Talen broke off, turning his head. “Down!” Heath snapped out, grabbing Rhett by one arm and Cameron by the other, hauling them both into the bushes. Talen dragged Connery and Aaron after them, so that they were all pressed into the greenery of the local naturopath’s office as a 4WD of Van Helsings drove down the street and reverse back with painstaking accuracy under a streetlight.

A real nightmare. She cleared her throat and continued, “Now, here is where it gets sticky...” She paused for emphasis. “Werewolves and vampires are mortal enemies. So, if a vampire gets to Bruce before we do, there’s bound to be a fight to the death. They’re pretty evenly matched so Bruce may or may not win.” “There was a werewolf in Wadim’s dungeon,” I mused aloud. “If they’re mortal enemies, why’d he stay there? It wasn’t as if he was treated like royalty.”

He swallowed her gasps with his kisses. Alex slipped a finger inside of her. She tensed, and Alex froze. He pulled back, “I’m sorry. I lost control.” He made to pull his hand away, but Eddie grabbed his wrist. Her mind was a mess. Her walls were shattered by this villainous man. Her mind knew all the reasons continuing was a bad idea, but her heart and body wanted this. Wanted to erase Johannes’ fumbling. Johannes’ painful greed. Alex might be a villain, but he would never hurt his partner. He wanted to cherish her as his wife. They were married, regardless of how it happened.

The soft rustling became a sharp, synchronized hiss. "Ambush!" Lucas roared. From the canopy above, figures dropped like stones. They weren't wolves. They were the Blight-Walkers—men and women whose bodies had been twisted by the Sleeper’s Root, their skin grey and cracked, their eyes glowing with that same violet fire they had seen in Vargos.

Her eyes were sharp and terrifyingly intense as she stared at me and Alistair. My mouth fell open at this bizarre situation. But I recognized her at a glance. Holy shit! She's my fellow villainess, Primrose Stella Antebellum, and my brother's fiance. She's truly a beauty, but unlike Bella, her sharp gaze and cold expression makes her looked pretty scary. The author seemed to want to make it obvious that she's a villainess. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't notice she already stood in front of us, and suddenly she pulled me up from my seat, separating me from Alistair.

And that was the case that would connect questions in their minds. He took a strong and tight grip on the newspaper, Angelic asked if he was all right but William excused for a moment and went inside his bedroom. There was a scene flashing on his mind, a scene he never wanted to see again. Ten years ago, William Smith handled a case about a little girl who was found dead at McLeod’s Medical Institute. The little girl was Marie Anderson, six years of age. She was bathing in blood when his father, Makar Anderson returned in her room after paying the hospital bill he loaned from his friend since he got no money left in his pocket. There was a knife stabbed on Marie's neck. Mr. Anderson checked