Wayne Walking Dead Novels & Stories

“Waylon has been watching your movements for a few years, Wren. Your mom asked him to help her keep tabs on you, to watch you. It’s how we learned about the rebels and what you wanted to do.” “And all you upper ranking pack members randomly decided you cared about all us mate stolen wolves? Why now?” I ask, raising a brow. I look over at Jade, who has jogged to our bags and is pulling out some clothes for the two of us. Wayne reaches down to a small bag near him and pulls out a pair of shorts, yanking them on. “The outliers aren’t the only pack members who have had mates stolen or killed,” Wayne says with a frown.

Wade Carter, Jasmine Cole's male best friend, was a useless bum who couldn't muster the guts to kill even a single, regular zombie even though it'd been three years since the apocalypse. However, he was now ordering me around like he was a king. I heard his voice coming from the military-grade walkie-talkie as he arrogantly said, "Don't just stand there, Jason! You heard Jasmine! Move it! Run right to the eastern ruins and distract the Tier Six zombies! "You'll never hear the end of it if they scratch the vehicle's bulletproof glass and get in my way of going to the inner city!" The b*stards were yelling at me from the safety of the vehicle. The zombie virus was quickly spreading through my

“We don't lock anyone up in this bunker.” I frowned. Mr. Alvaro's gaze turned toward a short young man whose face was very similar to Dylan O'Brien's. The young man grinned nervously. “Sorry, Uncle, I thought Uncle took the woman into custody. The problem is she is a vampire, so I thought—” “Right, you thought!” Mr. Alvaro barked. The people inside the bunker laughed. “And David, why do you have to believe Arga's words? You—!”

Yet, now… She even thought of jumping off the building, and bring everything to an end. Wayne’s back was facing the window as he scrutinized Mandy’s looks with a malicious grin. “No worries, this is just a game…” “I won’t force you at all. I’ll make you turn into a bitch voluntarily…” Wayne’s sinister grin widened. He looked like a perfect copy of the Devil himself. “Oh, yes. Do you want me to play you a livestream and see how many of Harvey’s fingers they’ve chopped off?”

“There are a few ways. The most common way is to remove an essential organ, such as by beheading or tearing out someone’s heart or lungs. Simply injuring the organ doesn’t work, as werewolves can just heal. But removing it completely is a guarantee for death. Another common way is poisoning by wolfsbane. Our pack sometimes shoots darts filled with wolfsbane at enemies to get it into their bodies quickly. But you can also die from eating it or if it’s pushed into an open wound.” “How can I get my hands on wolfsbane?” He shook his head and said, “I can’t help you with that. I’m sorry. I refuse to help you get yourself killed.” He got up and walked out. Maybe Hugo wouldn’t help me, but I did li

We'll save you the trouble of going to the Walker residence. "Who are you?" Miranda glared at Ethan with hatred, but she pretended to be weak in front of the other men. "I don't know this guy, and I've never done anything he accused me of. The Skyes and the Simmonses are all academicians. We hate firearms and weapons the most. How could we kill, let alone send corpses?" "Is that so?" Ethan scoffed coldly. He scanned the pile of corpses. He saw someone who looked uncomfortable lying on the ground, wanting to flip himself over. He immediately jumped down from the truck and pulled that man up by his collar.

he remarked coldly. Those who crossed the King of Hades would be killed by the Hell Guards without any orders issued. Still, Dustin held himself back. He could not simply kill Shawna’s cousin in front of her. A small fry like Waylon was not worth the mess. Dustin casually flicked his wrist, and Waylon’s face turned into an alarming shade of blue. It seemed he was in great pain. He was thrown onto the floor. His body went limp. Seeing that Waylon was unable to speak, as if he was on the verge of dying, both Shawna and Kenneth froze in stunned silence.

"I don't think so." "That is a bad answer." "I don't know. I ran. I fell. My cousin—" His voice breaks. "My cousin got grabbed." Maya closes her eyes for half a second. There is always a cousin. A mother. A husband. A kid. A person just out of reach. The apocalypse does not arrive as an event. It arrives as a series of missing names. "Do you have weapons?" "No." "Lift your shirt. Slowly." Skinny ribs. Bruises. No bite marks.

He said but came to a halt in the main lobby. "You three going somewhere?" "Blast it!" Wayne said growling "I have no choice... Keep him busy!" He said stepping aside. Hector drew on his lightning and fired but in a flash Vlad vanished, the lights suddenly went out aiding the vampire further. Wayne drew a deep breath and howled as loud as he could, hoping the windows of this place didn't dampen his call for aid, he didn't care who heard him, as long as his pack does, but he was quickly silenced and Kaylee screamed.

My tears gather and start to fall. The door bursts open and Beta Ezra walks into the commotion, looking as bewildered as ever. “What’s going on?” He asks, disoriented. “Take that bastard out of here” Hades orders, pointing at Wayne who has a bleeding mouth and a broken nose. Ezra listens immediately and drags Wayne to his feet, before leaving with him. “You monster!” I turn and yell at Hades when it’s just the two of us. I can’t bear it anymore.