Walking Dead Wayne Novels & Stories

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.

We still don't completely know each other so I think it should be split in two. As we were walking back to his car. I noticed something further away. A shadow. The familiar shadow that attacked me when I went to visit my aunt. I felt my nervousness grow. Was he here to attack me? If he was, I was in serious danger. Damon was nowhere to be found. We approached the car and Ryan made a move to open the passenger door for me but I stopped him. "Could I just make a quick phone call?" I asked. "Sure." I walked at a distance where he probably wouldn't hear my conversation. I reached in my purse for my phone and dialled Damon's number. I took a quick glance towards the shadow checking if it was stil

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.

But without letting Lars worry for long, Sophronia said “Wayne is on his way here. What we need to do now is prolong her life. If not …" Sophronia dared not speak. Although Wayne is a vampire, the distance between them and him is too far, Sophronia and Stephen have to be half a day ahead to reach the other battle. She doesn't know if Wayne will make it in time. Lars didn't notice Sophronia's strange attitude, his gaze was always on Keelin “And the knife…” That silver knife had been stuck in Keelin's heart ever since, it made her breathing weaken to barely detectable.

Wayne added which I just nodded "What about Read?" I asked before completely running with him "He'll follow us, don't worry he just needs to talk to the person inside," Wayne assured so I followed him We ran to the very end of the ship while we both shoot and fight for our way. It was a mess, I don't know where are the other guest is but I hope that those innocent people are already safe, well if there is one like me here knowing that this is a Mafia gathering. I saw Andrew and Josh not far from us, I shoot the guy who was aiming Wayne and killed him.

" Wayne's body jolted upon hearing that. A violent tearing pain ripped through his heart. Clutching his chest, he gasped desperately for air while letting out hoarse grunts like a wounded beast. Still in denial, Wayne pleaded, "No… She's not dead! You're right here! Hillary, I'm begging you. Let me stay by your side. I can be your servant. I'd even be your dog!" He collapsed into the mud and repeatedly slapped himself again. I couldn't be bothered to spare him another glance. Closing my umbrella, I turned and walked back toward the building.

"That's between me and Elaine. It has nothing to do with you! I gave you more than a chance at life, Kyle! I didn't let you down, but you have disappointed me greatly!" Wayne switched aim so that his gun was no longer pointed at Kyle's head, but at his heart. He pulled the trigger, and the sound of gunshot echoed through the alleyway. Jessica covered her ears and screamed. Kyle toppled to the ground, fresh blood trickling down his torso. His eyes were open and bloodshot, his tears mixing with the blood that flowed from his wound and the rainwater on the ground. His miserable life had finally come to an end. His only regret was that he couldn't reunite with Beverly as her brother. Thankfully,