Walking Dead Wayne Novels & Stories

" Tensed?" She asks and I just softly smile at her. Moving my head in a no. Looking around at everyone. Dan was busy ordering the hunters, making them ready. While Volkan took care of the werewolves with Jason. They were competent. I don't need to worry. But in their hearts. Everyone knew, it's Thaneos one look and they all can land dead in seconds. He controls minds. He was fuc*ing undefeated. Ignoring the negative thoughts. I look back at her to ask about the girl.

“I’m okay this is isn’t a big deal.” “Well, it is! Look at you,” she said. Aira pointed at the mirror and scolded him. “You don’t look okay to me!” He looked down and replied, “As if I could tell the doctors, hi! I’m Wayne. I killed to people in the past and I can’t get over it!” He didn’t know what to do, the past still haunts him in random action. He did feel a little a better compared to the series of nightmares, there were close call but continue hoping that someday it will come to peace.

I frown, reaching out with my free hand and tilting her chin so she is looking directly into my eyes. “It will be ok, Beautiful.” Worry lines my face as I search her eyes. This is what I was afraid of. Her taking a life and her beautiful soul not knowing how to log that life-altering information. “You are a warrior with a heart. It just makes you that much more amazing.” I mutter, then release her hand, pulling her under my arm and kissing the top of her head. Wren Clears her throat. “Uh, Wayne is our source. He is Waylon’s son.”

Tons of questions flooded his mind as he stared at the pictures. He was so engrossed that he didn't realise Selene had stepped out of the office and was staring at him. "Wayne are you okay.... you look like you've seen a ghost," she queried noticing how agitated he looked. Wayne whipped his head up to stare at her. He suddenly remembered the incident of the dead man. it was the same mansion he had taken her to. And he remembered how drunk she was that night. He forces himself not to believe she was responsible for his death.

Elise`s POV It was Kiala`s date Wayne, He looked just as horrified as I was by all that was happening. "Hmm, a Werewolf Rogue, figures. But don't worry, for soon, I shall be able to control your kind too." Drakes stated as he noticed Wayne at the same time too. "You are a monster!" Wayne instead growled back while trying to prevent Tiffany and Kiala, from killing each other. "Wayne, take them to safety, please," I managed to shout while also battling some of the zombies. Every time I killed my now zombified classmates, they kept on rising again.

“Oh, yes. Do you want me to play you a livestream and see how many of Harvey’s fingers they’ve chopped off?” Wayne was the head of the Yorks’ connections to the underground. As such, he was highly knowledgeable about how those from the blacker parts of society execute their tasks. He also knew very well on how to ruin a woman’s last line of defence and crush them psychologically. Mandy stared hard at Wayne, screaming, “You’re nothing but a monster!” Wayne grinned once more. “Honestly, you’re not the first one to say that to me before.” “However, I very much enjoy people calling me that. It just shows how much they fear me.”

It was easily reachable for a standing adult, but impossible from a wheelchair. His gaze darkened at the thought of this. “You're not afraid of any pain?” Alma nodded eagerly, wheeling closer and taking his hand. “That’s right. With you here, Wayne, I’m not afraid of anything.” Wayne's eyes flicked to the hand she had placed on his, and for once, he did not instinctively pull away. Instead, he suddenly grabbed the heavy shears beside him and drove them straight toward her legs. In that split second, Alma did not have time to pretend.

I needed them to help keep her safe. “Let me know when you’re ready to head out.” He stoops down to pick up his battered leather duffle bag, opens the door to the empty room next to Aggie’s, and closes it with a quiet click. The five men in front of me stand in silence and listen as one thud is followed by another, he has kicked his boots off just inside the door as he always does. Then the springs of the mattress groan and the bed creaks as he falls onto it. “Is he..” Wayne looks at me with a healthy amount of fear in his eyes. I doubt any of this lot is old enough to remember Abe in his prime. The old dog is the wrong side of sixty but could still level these pups without breaking a sweat.

I lit a cigarette and leaned out the window, shouting down to the street, "How does it feel, Uncle Garrett? It's more exciting than the foot massage parlor in Brimstone, isn't it?" "Exciting my ass! Flint Wayne, you shameless little bast—ahhh!" Even now, Garrett's mouth was hopelessly filthy. I immediately jammed the descend button again and dropped the terrified Garrett back down like a human yo-yo, bouncing just above the heads of the zombie horde.

I suddenly felt the urge to slash everything on my way, my eyes never felt clearer and my hatred for these werewolves becomes greater. “Let us first give Quinn a proper burial,” I said and closed Quinn’s eyes. After digging a hole into the ground, not too far from where we saw Quinn’s body, we hugged her body with a cloth and put her body inside the hole. “I was planning to ask her out after this,” Rendall muttered while staring into the ground where we buried Quinn’s body. “Rendall, she was about to confess.” I looked at my cousin who is now looking at me with a puzzled expression.