We Are Walking Dead Novels & Stories

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

"We heard the call. We came. We fight." Erebus phases in beside him. Flickering between here and elsewhere. "We're broken. But we're yours. And we won't abandon family. Not again." Relief floods through me. "You came back." "We never really left." Zephyr's voices echo. "Just needed time. Needed to understand. Needed to accept what we are now." "What are you?" Luna asks gently. "Death walkers." Erebus flickers. "We exist between life and death. We can see both. Touch both. Fight in both. We're the perfect weapon against void. Because we're already halfway there."

Not much left of any of us, humans or wolves, or any shifter that we know. I won’t take a chance, I would not lose you over this, no way, Nolan said, pacing his hand, running over his face. Nolan, Salem said, three more months until we’re twenty. Then, with full strength, we could fight them. Until then, we keep our heads down and survive. Zanto stood there in front of the door, still doubtful. My parents talked about The Walking Dead. Never saw one. The virus attacks the brain; it has evolved, and some have survived.

As Vincent's soft breathing turned into light snores, I carefully reached for his phone, pressing his finger against the sensor to unlock it. His messages with Emma Ortega popped up immediately. Vincent: [Good news—Sophia might be pregnant. Once we get the baby's umbilical cord blood, you'll be cured.] Emma: [Really? That's amazing! When I'm healthy again, what do you plan to do with her and the child?] Vincent: [Don't worry. Once everything is over, I'll send them away. They won't interfere with your life.]

Noah “We need to get the fuck out of here,” I hiss to Weiland. “Before there’s nothing left of us.” “Yeah, no kidding,” my Beta says as he wipes blood from his arms. We stopped healing. So did the vampires. The mages daywalking charms work, but it makes them human. We thought they’d heal once night fell, but they haven’t. They are not dead, walking around with broken spines and necks, howling in pain, but they won’t die.

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silver glow over the Eclipse Pack territory. Alpha Shane Lincoln, a formidable werewolf with a commanding presence, stood on the elevated platform at the heart of the pack's settlement. His piercing eyes surveyed the pack members gathered before him, their expressions a mix of concern and determination. "My fellow pack members," Shane began, his voice resonating through the crisp night air. "We have received troubling news. Vampires, our ancient adversaries, have launched a series of attacks in neighboring cities – Greenhills, South Shore, and beyond."

And we had played right into their trap! God, what fools we had been! We NEEDED to get it together and do better! IF we made it out of this fine little pickle we had landed ourselves in! ‘Dammit, Red, come on, wake up!’ I pleaded in my mind. ‘Wake up, wake up, wake up! Pleeeease, baby, be okay. We need you right now, more than ever. Please please please!’ Still nothing. I looked around the dim encampment of human Hunters, taking a swift headcount.

Jason couldn't keep up appearances anymore as he shouted, "She's already dead! What else do you want?!" I took a step back and shouted, "I want her to pay the price she deserves!"

I stated through the walkie, noting the four zombie like ex humans that were half hidden in the ally we drove passed. “How many?” Wheeler questioned. “Four that I saw, was only a glimpse though.” I stated. “Okay keep pace just keep a look out, we'll slow if we need to.” He stated as I continued to scan. “I've got two.” Porter stated. “Clear here.” “Clear.” I echoed Wheeler not seeing any more. “Is it me or has something changed?” Porter questioned. “What does he mean?” I asked my eyes still focused out the window. “He means that this feels different. The dead don't group they wonder, mostly alone, especially this far from a major city.” Bubble answered my question as Jake responded through t

This place seem like the most populated area of zombies, I guess it's because of the low land surrounded by hills, and a zombie can sight us from afar if its coming from the hills. "We are out of ammo and almost running out of supplies, soon we'll be forced to leave. What do you suggest we do before then," Eddy says with a serious look on his face, waiting for me to explain myself. I sigh. "Ok, just one last night." Larry stump his feet to the ground. "Seriously, another night in the open, did you know how many nightwalkers we are going to face tonight?" He asks. "Look, I know we've been delayed but we need Adam and Mel, they are our comrades and it'll be unfair for us to ditch them. We prom