Walking Dead Villains Novels & Stories

"I heard you have been making sudden appearances in the council, meeting some Elders and discussing things not known to anyone. And a few days later, a debate was initiated by these councilmen. And now, they're debating on revealing themselves to humans after you meet with them. Is that true?" He did not respond. "You're testing my patience by keeping silent Mr Walker. You're giving me a reason to torture you before I get the truth from you. Even after rebirth, not a bit of you has changed." I walked up to him letting him meet my eye level. "Mr Walker. You know Whitehead is alive, living as a vampire all these years, and right now, you are one of those people working for him. You are working

She stared at the faces of the major scientists of Aaima pharmaceuticals, they were six of them. "Miss Munawarrah, we agreed on a meeting tomorrow morning..." Jibril started but she cut him off. "Shut up!" She screamed at him and the man immediately kept shut. She kept her face neutral as she stared at them, the men were uncomfortable under her scrutinized gaze. It was completely ironical that a woman could make them this vulnerably but, she wasn't just a mere women she was the definition of a cold hearted businesswoman. The door opened and the vice president Aliyu Umar walked in, he was a young and ambitious man and could be considered as one of the most eligible bachelor in the northern pa

The Villain I woke up with a crick in my neck and an attitude. I slept horribly last night and it was partially because of the news of my new mate, my confrontation with Maya and then explaining why Maya was moping around more than usual to Garret and a falsely sympathetic Gia.

Dead. I turned my head left to stare at my father lying in his blood. Our Alpha, the Alpha of Ironclaw Pack, had died. Maybe my father was right. Maybe you really lost all the people dear to you, eventually, and you're left to live your life alone in this dark cruel world where everyone becomes a villain. "What now, Damien? You can't run. You're the new Alpha. There are people waiting outside for you." "I guess we'd have to take it then. What choice do we have?" I acknowledged.

"Hardly! I've already contacted the Captain through our mental bond—he's sending men over as we speak." I grinned at the beta's efficiency. "You're truly an excellent beta; I hope your Alpha recognizes your worth," I complimented him. He beamed, clearly pleased by my words. Suddenly, my nose wrinkled, detecting the unmistakable stench of death. Where was it emanating from? The beta noticed too, his expression turning grim. "Day walkers," he whispered urgently. We tracked the foul odor to the old man's house, where we discovered a couple of Day Walking Vampires siphoning the lifeblood from the unfortunate elder.

"The Veil Walker doesn't consume life directly. It corrupts it. Turns victims into shadow thralls that serve the summoner indefinitely. Instead of mass death, you get an immortal army of corrupted wolves." "Also terrible. Keep looking." They continue research, each demon more horrifying than the last. The Blood Tither. The Endless Maw. The Screaming Dark. Ancient horrors that should stay forgotten, yet someone is actively trying to summon one. Marcus interrupts with a knock. "Alpha? The second candidate has arrived. Alpha Vincent of Bloodmoon." Hope groans. "Already? I thought he wasn't due until mid-morning." "It's eleven-thirty. You've been researching for three hours."

Father Albert's corpse flailed against the wall he hung next to, contorting spasmodically and causing the loops of his intestines to splash on the floor. The zombies were advancing on Viktor with a slow but relentless pace. The two body snatchers, their infected faces disfigured by rot, approached him from behind. Their burly forms blocked his escape route from the staircase that led up to the outside of the crypt, and Herwin's charred zombie advanced toward him on the other side. The smell of burning meat was very strong around Herwin's corpse. Viktor recoiled from the mindless monster he had created himself. Looking at his limp-jawed, fire-scorched face was like gazing into the face of his

he mutters, but his hand lingers on my wrist. Thane grabs a shotgun. “We have to move her to the safe room....” “No,” Adrian says. “We’re getting out.” “You’ll never make it,” Thane argues. “Watch me.” The door explodes inward . A vampire the size of a truck steps through , face half-scarred, grinning . “Found the hybrid.” Another one behind him, beautiful, deadly, red lips curled. “Valerius wants her breathing.” Adrian shoves me behind him. “Over my dead body.”

"I don't know whether you will help us or not, but you need to hear me out. There is a psycho vampire out there who is killing innocent humans, then converting them into those vampires who are dangerous for human clans as well as for werewolves clans. Obviously, they won't think of drinking blood from the werewolves, but yes, they have been killing them, but the unnecessary reason as their mind has been controlled by some psycho vampire." "So?" I asked nonchalantly. "That's not my responsibility to protect each and every werewolf out there. What do you I am? Mother Teressa?" I asked sarcastically. "No. You're not that great, but…." Elder Ambrosia's cold voice was cut by Vincent. "They're com

"For now, she's in the Pack and she is an Alpha. The Alpha of the Nightwalker Pack." "Vivian or Linda?" I asked, confused. "Vivian," he said, rolling his eyes. "She is helping with the situation with the undead." "Undead?" I asked. "I heard the guard at the entrance gate saying something about it. What happened here?" Corvin scowled in response. "Those bastard Outlanders happened. They seem to have gotten onto some kind of sorcery that allows them to animate what I assume are corpses, making them move and fight like they're living. Even worse, they don't die when cut. They seem almost invincible in that right."