Walking Dead Wayne Novels & Stories

But they didn't expect that Wayne had made such a big move that they became afraid. Wayne frowned. "What are you afraid of? Go get Mimi out of the sack and let's get out of the van." While driving, Zayn saw the van in front of him stop. His eyes darkened. He did not know what Wayne wanted to do. At that moment, Wayne suddenly got out of the van, took a knife, and pressed it against Mimi's neck.

Could it be that person was very important in this city. From afar Jacob Carlson could see a puddle of blood. Blood immediately rushed to Jacob Carlson's head and even his neck was all red. Those three strong men had been dragged away by this time, but they're blood where is on the floor. Jacob Carlson took a deep breath and run over, the moment he entered the room, he saw Wayne Carlson laying motionless on the floor. "Wayne! Wayne!" Jacob carlson shooked Wayne to wake him up. Wayne slowly opened his eyes and pain filled his face. When he saw that jacob had come, his lips trembled. "Big brother, save me... Save me..."

I say to Cassian, who gestures for me to pick up. “Katrina.” He whispers. “What’s wrong?” I whisper, “Alpha Wayne is dead,” he says, My body is tense. “What?” “Yes. He was attacked by dark ones an hour ago. Where you are, find the closest ally and stay there,” he growls. “We are close to snowpack. We will head there,” I say to him “Good. Guard him with your life,” he growls before cutting the call. “What’s wrong?” Cassian asks me.

Isabel reached in and unlocked the door. I climbed into the car, shaking Jace gently. "Jace, wake up. Please." His eyelashes twitched, and after a few agonizing seconds, his eyes fluttered open. "Rea..." he croaked weakly. Isabel and I worked quickly to untie him, helping him sit up. He winced, his voice hoarse as he said, "It was Wayne." "Wayne's using your dad's funeral to make a move," I started, but the sound of footsteps echoed through the garage, cutting me off.

Knowing Wayne's personality, he wouldn't just let things slide, would he? After finishing her meal, she hurried back to her room, hoping to get some rest. She was utterly exhausted. Just as she lay down on the bed, the door was pushed open. Startled, she sat up. Wayne walked step by step towards the bed. Scarlett instinctively wanted to hide. As expected. Wayne was here to settle the score. He quickly grabbed her shoulder, pinning her down; his long, bony fingers wrapped around her neck. His pupils were pitch black, brewing a storm, fierce and intense!

“One day, something terrible happened. There was a rampage at the tavern, as one of the drunken men had lost control and had caused a killing spree. They threw all sorts of things at themselves, knives, swords, daggers, and a lot of people present there were killed, including Marylin Lou. “She was taken to a priest who happened to be a newly converted vampire, for her body to be blessed before it would be buried. The priest, who found out that her heart was still beating in the mortuary, decided to convert her immediately, as she would be dead in a matter of seconds if he didn’t. He bribed the mortuary staff to lie to her family that she had been buried immediately after the blessing, and th

He said quietly, and went off to where his own bedroll was rolled up and ready by the fire. I curled back up into a ball, saying nothing, trying my best not to think or feel. When Red walked back into camp, the whole place exploded. The Hunters all started cheering his success of killing the Aspen Pack, whereas poor Braiden began screaming in rage. Suddenly he transformed and ripped right through his wolfsbane bonds, with a fury and a size that I had never before seen. In him or in anyone, period. He must’ve been quietly healing and gathering his strength, I realized, sitting up in my cage to watch the proceedings with dull eyes.

Six months after I died, Serena Beckett came back to the cemetery looking for me. The wind blowing was cold and biting. I floated above my grave, watching her charge over in her high heels, her face pale and ashen. "Jason Shaw! Get out here!" She shoved aside a staff member trying to stop her and dug her nails deep into my photo on the tombstone. "William Clark needs a kidney right now. You're going to donate it, whether you want to or not! What kind of stunt is this? Hiding here and playing dead?"

She saw what should not have happened. On top of the white tower at the Walker residence that signified nobility, amidst the blinding lights, Whitney saw the person's grave expression and twisted body. He seemed to have suffered a violent death, with blood all over his clothes. He was now a lifeless puppet, only propped up by the tower's spire. Only his face seemed to have been deliberately left unharmed. It was clean, showing a familiar face. Whitney could no longer restrain her rage and sorrow.

Vincent then got up from his crouching position and kissed Kyron's forehead, which was squirming a bit. "I love you, my son. Daddy will come back, and we will be together again." Vincent kissed one more time and smelled Kyron. He left as soon as possible, leaving Kyron in the hands of his nanny. Quickly, Vincent took the blood bags and drank them. He needs extra energy tonight. Vincent and Mike walked with several men from their compound to scour the entire neighbourhood before putting up barricades in the form of barbed wire. Dressed in black, Vincent carries all the weapons he needs to kill the vampires. Meanwhile, Mike is preparing his weapon to shoot.