Wayne Walking Dead Novels & Stories

He shuddered at the touch, wishing she would hold him and make him forget the pain. “You sure y’all ain’t huntin’ the same man?” Wayne asked the next morning as the group was huddled around the excuse for a fire, his spoon deep in beans; Wayne sat next to Ade and Mateo, all of which shared their breakfasts like sisters, Thomas on the end, and Cassidy sat closest to Dodge, both of them sharing the saddle blanket that cuddled over their shoulders.

Her eyes widened looking at Wayne Bay, his twin. Wayne grabbed her from the hand and pulled her out of the car roughly. "Girls stop struggling!!! Now you can not go away from here. It will be your dead body soon..." Wayne said laughing loudly. Warren felt bad when he touched her so roughly. He looked at his brother who was dragging Sophia with him inside. Sophia was struggling, she started crying and shouting for help but Wayne didn't listen to her cries.

Zeke POV I swallowed hard, forcing myself to turn slowly and push myself off the door, rolling my shoulders back and dragging in a deep breath. I didn't have time to wallow in guilt or question my choices. I had to focus on her. As I rounded the corner to the stairs, I nearly tripped over Wayne's body, sprawled across the floor. Fuck. For a second, I just stared down at him, my pulse still hammering like a war drum in my chest. He wasn't moving—completely out cold. A small smear of blood marked the floor where his head had hit it on the way down.

We watched as Wayne sauntered up to Ashley and Edward’s table, flashing a smile that made my stomach turn. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small bag of pills. He poured a few into his hand, offering them like candy. Ashley and Edward took a pill each, popping them into their mouths. "What the hell?" I breathed. Fred’s eyes widened in horror. "No, no, no, no… she wouldn’t…" "She did," Warren said darkly. "And so did he." I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Edward’s head dropped forward as he laughed weakly at something Wayne said.

Harry Windhelm, one of the elder male betas of the Pack, demanded of Red. Red smiled humorlessly. “Because you won’t have to go in person. All I need is for you to channel me your collective strength. I will need the power of a dozen Werewolves to get the job done. “They have Braiden prisoner, as well. Once I free him, he can help me fight, and we will free Misha together. “For now, the Hunters trust me enough that my attack will take them by surprise.” “Braiden is still alive?!” Harry gawked.

Along the way, Andrew and Nyx constantly encountered people from various factions, and it looked like everyone was heading toward the Deadlands. Nyx said, "Mr. Lloyd Senior must be under a lot of pressure over there. Those people we just saw were vampires, and the group behind them looked like Eastern martial artists, but I didn't recognize them." Andrew replied calmly, "I know who they are. That was Waylon Sloan from Sorya, along with his apprentice, Ezekiel Beckett."

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.

The duo understood him absolutely, and he would not blame Daemon for arguing with Waylan. The guy was such a large-mouthed one and would make one speak even when their life was on the line. Sometimes, he wondered how he managed to do it every other time with no remorse. If there were a way he would openly describe Waylan, it would be as a plague. They all sat down and checked their supplies for what to eat. Luckily they had ample enough meat to sustain them for a while and through the night. The following day they might pass through human villages that some werewolves inhabited.

"Liar! Vampires will never hurt my mom! Tell me you are lying! Tell me! My mom is alive! They will never hurt an innocent woman like her! Waylan shouted in tears. "It's the truth! If you don't want to believe me then go home to see the truth!" his stepdad shouted back at her. Waylan suddenly falls to her knees. "No! Vampires never lay a single hand on me so how can they hurt my mom. Vampires never hurt humans!" Waylan murmured in tears. "You can still say that despite knowing the truth that they killed your mom!" an old lady standing beside his stepdad shouted. Waylan stood up angrily in front of all the humans watching the mountain got burned. She look at his stepdad while holding her phone