William Afton Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

William and Alexandra had history I would never touch, scars I couldn’t understand. “Anthony knew this wasn’t finished business,” William said. “He sent me to close it.” “But not like this,” Alexandra said. “Let one of us be bait.” “No good,” William said. “It won’t feed on adults.” “Then what about me?” I said. They turned toward me. “I’m sick. Weak. It’ll sense it. By the time it realizes I’m not a kid, I’ll have already put a bullet between its eyes.” Alexandra looked at William. “It could work.”

William wakes up in a dimly lit cave as hundreds of wounded soldiers moan in pain. He sees tribe members of the Hand are now lying beside other wounded of Ingrid's tribe. Noticing the patchwork on him, William figured that William must have passed out due to the blood loss from the Chief's attack. He figures that they won the war but wonders how did they won. The last thing he knew was that he was standing beside his friends then his vision began to darken. William stood up and began to walk around the cave for the exit. As he carefully navigated his way, he was stunned by this old yet beautiful painting that tells a story of a tribe: a tribe who grew powerful and ambitious that they became

she motioned to the novelette in her hands vaguely, “…well, I was just reading. Is Athena not with you, dear?” “Nah,” he plopped down next to her never mind that he had to squeeze in on the seat just to get comfortable, and she instinctively leaned the book closer to his direction to let him see what she was reading. He hummed, fingers glossing over the cover for a moment as he examined it, “…the book's pretty I guess. Oh, wow… why won’t they make book covers like this anymore?” She shrugs. “A Grim Fairytale: The Story of Corruption… sounds pretty dark, if you ask me. Not my type but was the story that good?” William asks, raising an eyebrow at her, his voice a touch teasing, “You looked pre

CW: Mentions of domestic abuse and sexual assault Seraphina's POV Another week passed with another letter from Abe. Same as usual. William drowned himself in drugs, alcohol, and women. However, Abe suspects he will be sending out spies to the Outskirts soon. So while outwardly, William seemed like he was living it up, he still had a plan for me. Abe would warn me when and who to look out for when William finally dispatched his spies, but until then, I should stay comfortable. Don't be afraid until there's something to fear.

What's a little fun that I can't have? “I'm specifically looking…” he paused as he opened a page in a book and then turned it to me. "For the White Wolf.” The page had a picture of a white wolf in it sitting under a huge moon. This was supposed to be alarming to me, but I wasn't bothered. This might prove Axton's theory of humans wanting more after finding little. Maybe they were the ones that carried the bodies of those lycans, and now they're back for more. But somehow I disagreed with that thought. What if this guy has read some books and done a little research, and now he wants to discover one for himself? That also makes sense.

William was attacked by Malachi, who clawed his face, causing bleeding, and then tried to attack him further. William seized Malachi's paw in his mouth and bit down forcefully, causing Malachi to cry out in pain. William soon let go of Malachi's paw, which was dripping with blood. Having tasted blood, William was driven to cause more damage to Malachi. It drives him toward his goal, leading him to go for the kill. Seeing Malachi limp, he realized he had injured him, yet Malachi continued fighting despite the limp. Again, the wolves squared off. Malachi didn't hesitate, lunging at William. Upon closing the distance, Malachi sprang into the air, attempting to attack William from behind. Willia

Rafael continued carefully. “Good,” William said quietly. Rafael fell silent for a second. “That’s your reaction?” “Yes.” “William, listen to me carefully. You are no longer operating beneath their attention. That changes everything.” “It changes their position,” William corrected. “Not mine.” “You still think this is a game you can control.” “No,” William replied calmly. “I think they underestimated the person they chose to study.” Rafael let out a low breath. “You sound exactly like someone walking willingly into a fire.”

William is a very cunning werewolf and he gives Luka sordid ideas. He had known Athena is in town with Ardolf and he knows she is on a mission to find out the truth about her fathers death. William Knows Athena is determined to revenge her fathers death whom she believed was murdered by known other than ardolf’s father and he believes that would be of an advantage for Luka’s reign even when Athena is strongly supporting Ardolf to get back his position as the alpha of esteros. ‘’You did well kathy’’ William said as he entered into Kathy’s cottage with a broad smile on his face.

He's supposed to be smarter than that! For a few suffering moments, Alastor felt honestly stupid then ridiculously guilty when he recalled how bad he had thought about VVV, W.V. William whatever the kid’s real name is–the mercenary was his mate's brother and Alastor had planned on clawing William's eyes out. No matter, at least Alastor helped them deal with... Aw, fuck. William didn't like me for Winters, even after he found out I was her mate; had screamed at me to get the fuck away–

Every kill felt heavier. But we weren’t done yet. Not until Reynold was dead. Not until this war was over. William fought fiercely, darting between two males with agility and determination. But then, one of them struck — claws pierced his chest, embedding deep into his heart. He collapsed. Still breathing, but barely. I recoiled in horror, praying Percival hadn’t seen what happened to his father. I could only hope William would survive. Annabel was gone. The moon had claimed her.