Amy Harrison Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Dustin rasped. Nadine listened as he cursed her rapidly. After Dustin had finished, his eyes closed and his breaths came in gasps. Nadine threw her clothes back on and walked up to Dustin, “This is the only way I can help you.” She said as she pulled the trigger, shooting him in the heart twice. Three bullets, one dead lycanthrope. * * * Nick Law sighed as he approached a cave deep in the woods. There, three middle-aged men and one man who was about Nick's age were waiting for him.

I stopped, then let out a short, cold laugh. "It didn't die peacefully. It barely made it a year. And it died choking. I still wonder what Zoey was trying to get. All that smoke in my house, those weird rituals. Suffocating a helpless little thing." I looked straight at him. "What exactly was she praying for?" His lips shook. He tried to talk, but nothing came out. "But you were thorough," I said calmly. "You let Zoey live in the house for six months. Scrubbed everything clean. Even replaced the wallpaper." I paused. "You just forgot one thing—the hamster. And you forgot who I am. I'm a doctor."

"The Harrison Pack!" Mr Glamora mumbled within himself after hearing Cornor's Explanations "Interesting, And what makes you so sure Glamora?" Hambora taunted with a smug "It's Harrison Pack Hambora, during the Fatal War, not Everyone died Remember and besides, It's only the Harrison Pack that will have a Mixture of Supernatural breeds within a Single Pack!" Glamora Replied and Hambora nodded, he knew better than not to get on Glamora's tail whenever the Harrison Pack were mentioned, his Wife had been killed during the Fatal War and ever since then, his grudge for the Harrison Pack had only deepened.

I said, shuddering inwardly at the pain Harrison must have gone through. "I don't want to hurt Carmen. She's going through a hard time; she just lost her mother. But I can't keep lying to myself." My breath died in my throat, and I expelled it in a slow, steady hiss. "Wanna go for a run?" I suggested. Harrison chuckled bitterly, shaking his head. "I'll pass. It's crazy how you have the energy for that after today. Oh, my bad, werewolf perks." "Let's just run round the street and come back. It'll clear your mind and boost your mood."

“A human?” “Not just a human.” I stepped forward, keeping the knife between us. “A hunter.” His lips curled into a sneer as he took a step toward me, his movements slow and deliberate. “You must be Riley’s pet.” His eyes raked over me, his grin widening. “I can smell him all over you. Leave it to Riley to fuck up this bad. A human? And not just any human—a hunter?” He barked a laugh. “Call it off.” My voice was steady, though every muscle in my body was coiled tight. “Whatever you’re planning to do to him, end it. I heard you, Liam. You killed Marcus, not Riley.”

The lights to the pack hospital were on, even though it was the middle of the night. The Alpha and I got out and headed into the building and walked up to the reception area. “General Nerine has broken her arm; I would like the doctor to make sure it is set properly before it heals." The receptionist nodded and picked up the phone. A few minutes later, a doctor walked out into the waiting area. “I am doctor Aura, please come with me.” Dr Aura was small for a werewolf; she was petite with greying brown hair and brown eyes. I nodded and followed her as she led me down a hallway and into an examination room.

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.

“You’re alive, aren’t you?” Before I could respond a branch snapped behind us. My entire body froze. Slowly, we both turned toward the sound. A figure stepped out of the shadows. My breath caught. “Harrison?” He stood there among the trees. Barely upright. His clothes were soaked in blood. The bandage on his shoulder had been torn open, staining his shirt dark red. But his eyes burned with fury. “How…” I whispered. “How did you get out?” He didn’t answer.He didn’t even look at me. His gaze was locked on Hector.

He had sluggish eyes, and the corner of his mouth was slightly rotting; he looked like a walking corpse. If it wasn’t for his occasionally raising chest, people would treat him as an actual zombie. His body moved, and he flew out of the coffin like a ghost. At the same time, in the No. 1 room… Harvey smiled at Xyla as soon as he felt a strange, creepy aura. “You told me that times have changed. It’s the age of firearms, no? What’s the point of getting an expert to help you, then?” Xyla chuckled coldly.

"Show him the fate of those who blocked our path." "Yes!" The sturdy man who had been silently standing behind Harrison walked out. Soon, when he returned to the villa, Martin threw something shapeless onto the center of the living room. It was the torn upper body of a werewolf. "Ah!!!" There was an immediate scream inside the villa. While I suppressed the urge to vomit, I recognized from the dull eyes— This dead werewolf was named Howard, one of my strongest warriors. "Take a good look, Alexander. If I don't see Kayla today, then you and all your people will meet the same fate!" Harrison released his grip on me.