Walking Dead Wayne Novels & Stories

Hunter howled with laughter, we really were well matched. After disconnecting the machine from Wayne’s now fried body, I checked for his pulse. He was hanging on for dear life, could he not just give in already and save us the need for an execution. “Benson where the fuck are you” I shouted through the mind link. “On my way what did I miss” “A lot, but he still breaths. Nick has gone to alert William as he’s Wayne’s alpha, he needs to be the one to execute him” “Haha alright and sorry mate got caught up” it was hard to miss the meaning in his words as his heavy breathing was a dead giveaway as to what had held him up.

"I'm going to put you six feet under today, you little bitch!" Wayne hissed. He then lifted me up. I could feel my body being raised, my head lolling weakly to the side as Wayne's and Grandma's footsteps rang out around me. Their steps echoed heavily as they carried me away. I tried hard to open my eyes, but the tonic's effects hadn't completely worn off yet. All I could see were some vague shadows. "Where do we bury her, Grandma?" Wayne asked.

Shit. I felt like the slowest walking human being when I finally arrived at the door of the ward. Not to mention my breath that was slightly panting because of the pain that was caused… I don't know which part of my body hurts. The point is it hurts, like aches but it's more… annoying. Something like that. I opened the ward door which made no sound when it opened. As soon as I walked out of the ward and walked about two steps forward, a man in white clothes stopped suddenly when he saw me. His expression was taken aback but then replaced with a relieved smile.

I know I've become very ugly now. ... August 20, 2025 The sleeping pills seem to be losing their effectiveness. The doctor advised me to just stay in the hospital. He said it would get more painful toward the end. I refused. I never planned to live until the very end anyway. ... August 25, 2025 ... The original text had been crossed out with a black line. Two new lines were added: Willow Dawson died on this day. But Echo saved her.

She dashed toward the lair, her urgency evident in her quick steps. As she reached the lair, she punched in the passcode with a swift, practised motion. The door slid open, and she was met with a shocking sight: Alex was sprawled on the floor, his clothing in tatters, his form shifting between the werewolf form and his human self. Emily quickly grabbed a blanket from a nearby shelf and draped it over him. Alex lay there, utterly exhausted, his breath laboured. She knelt beside him, her worry etched across her face as she checked on his condition.

She knew he didn't feel any pain but she had to fight. Her mother, the very root of her being was murdered in cold blood The reality that she would never see her mother again, not even as a sick person dawned on her and she gave up punching and fighting, letting fate do whatever it wished with her Wayne grabbed Jack and let him hang on his arm like a jacket as he swindled his way through the dead bodies of Omega wolves The dried leaves crunched under Wayne's feet as he trod the woods

"So, this is what you truly think of me, Mother." Her words were still hanging in the air when I stepped from the shadows. "Mother, it's cold out at night. Why aren't you resting in your chambers?" My voice was not loud, but it landed on Vivienne like a bucket of ice water. She whipped around, her face turning white. "You... What are you doing here?" I glanced at the pried-open coffin, then at the acupuncture needles in Dr. Pemberton's hand, and finally let my gaze settle on the face inside the coffin. It was the face I had spent two lifetimes hating.

Before I could say anything, Wade had already grabbed my hand. He pulled me out of the library as if I had no choice but to follow him. When we got downstairs, Wayne was already there. He stood beside the car, holding a cellphone and a clipboard in his other hand. He moved so fast! Wade had only talked to him on the phone a little while ago, yet here he was already, as if he had teleportation powers. “Good afternoon, Master Wade, Miss Lily,” Wayne greeted politely with a slight bow.

I hold my hands up, waiting for the signal. “Oh no, I want you all, but I guess we can start with you.” He turns and looks at someone, and they walk off. “We need to make it fair, though, right? You’re a lycan, after all,” he laughs, and I hold back from attacking. I freeze when I see Carlton walking back with someone. “Oh, I had a very good chat with Carlton,” Wayne laughs. I stand shocked. I watch as Carlton moves and snaps the guy’s neck with him. Wayne stares at him.

THIRD PERSON'S POV Wayne lay there unconscious as Nate and his friend proceeded to take off his clothes. "Take him to the room," Nate said to them. They both helped Wayne to his feet. Wayne happened to be still conscious, but he was confused, dizzy, and weak. He couldn't move, not even knowing he was drugged with GHB.