The Walking Dead Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

You have to choose: save them or save yourself. The dining hall was filled with pack members eating breakfast. I spotted Damien at Alpha's table, deep in conversation with Gamma Lucas. He looked up as I approached, his face softening. "There she is. Feeling better?" "Much better, thank you," I sat, accepting the plate brought to me. We were halfway through breakfast when the dining hall doors opened. Honeysuckle and ambition. Vivian. I looked up slowly as Vivian Cross walked in with her father, Beta Cross of Shadowpine Pack. She was beautiful: honey-blonde hair, green eyes, a figure-hugging dress. She moved with practiced confidence.

My wolf let out the softest whine. A half apology, half goodbye. Then he leaned forward… And marked her. The instant his teeth broke her skin, a black stone suddenly fell out of Cressida’s pocket glowing with silver light until it shattered. The wind stopped. The silence that followed was absolute. My wolf pulled away. He looked at her one final time. Then his legs gave out. The shift broke. My human body hit the ground without a sound. I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe. “Cressida…” Thorne whispered hoarsely.

"Don't get mad, pretty boy. The show is just starting. Werewolves are born-natural wolves while Lycans are wolves bitten or created from experiments. I bet you don't even know that Sasha is a Lycan and she's starting to turn." So, it was true. She was indeed transforming and I haven't been there for her. How hard it must have been having to deal with such confusion. I'm a worthless father. I should have done better. "Right, you didn't know. You were so busy snatching territories that you didn't pay attention to your own family!" He kicked Cross in the stomach. "I'm going to enjoy turning this one into a punching bag," he kicked him again and again. Cross didn't respond since he was totally k

Trax looked between the both of us and then to his half brother as he walked off. I looked at Adrian for an explanation. "Trax is a hybrid of werewolf and vampire." "Don't move too much and you should be fine." The doc said, "The brace can come off tomorrow night." He left. "I'm so sorry Blair-Boo" Trax was crying in a heap on the floor. His smiling demeanor was gone. Blake came into view, "Let's get you cleaned up Trax. Blair-Boo is going to need her rest." She gave me a wary smile as Trax went off with her to her room. Adrian picked me up slowly and we went to our room. I was asleep so fast.

Old Al' took off his cowboy hat and opened his arm to the side to show her the front doors of the Crossroad Café. Emmanuelle finally put one foot on a step. She abruptly stopped her progress when she heard wolves howling in the distance. Alo noticed her sudden stop and looked up at the group of wolves rapidly closing in on them. Emmanuelle stepped back and nodded. She rushed to her car and started it quickly, driving away in a great cloud of dust. * * * "Everything okay, Old Al?" asked Beta Connor as he arrived with his escort. Alo hadn't moved and followed the black 4×4 as it quickly disappeared over the horizon. "Yes. It's really a crazy day."

he says. Alpha Trayton waves his hand at him as he takes a sip on his glass. Ethan continues, “Maddox, that’s the name of Alpha Braxton’s son. He isn’t sick because of any kind of curse. He is sick because of the unsuitable merging of DNAs of a werewolf and a human. In his case, Alpha Braxton’s and Eloise’s.” I taper my wide smile into a sly one. "Curse or Science, still, their feeble attempts to escape our grasp have only led them deeper into the abyss of their own undoing."

They weren't just after the Prism; they were after the Catalysts. At the hospital, the glass doors of the ER shattered inward. Three figures, moving with the jerky, unnatural speed of Skinned-Walkers, vaulted over the triage desk. Their skin was a patchwork of stolen pelts, and their eyes were pits of black ink. They didn't want the patients; they sniffed the air, locking onto the "Anomalous Chord" vibrating in Evangeline’s chest. “Dr. Cross,” one of them rasped, its voice sounding like dry leaves skittering over a grave. “The Master of the Wastes wants your song.”

I will not let her go once she is here. “Where is she?” I asked. “Still at Blackstone; however, there has been a development, Alpha,” my beta said. “Speak.” “She is now mated.” “To whom?” I asked, feeling my anger rise. “Adrian Willis. Also, there is one other thing, Alpha.” Adrian Willis? Why does the Willis family have to be at the center of my plans, screwing them up as they go? “What else?” “We’ve noted that Ronan is working with Ms. Cross’s foster sister, Candy Cross. She has even infiltrated the pack. We are not sure what she did while she was there, but she got in and out and was undetected.”

Among them, one individual stood out above the rest – Athdal, a young hybrid of vampire and werewolf blood. Athdal was a rare breed, born of a forbidden union between a vampire and a werewolf. His very existence defied the laws of nature, making him a target for both his own kind and those who sought to maintain the status quo. Yet, despite the dangers that surrounded him, Athdal had managed to carve out a life for himself in Orleana. He was the leader of a pack of hybrids, a group of individuals who, like him, bore the traits of both vampires and werewolves.

Damien adjusted her hair with surprising tenderness. “Whatever happens in there,” Kael said, looking at both of them, “we face it together. No regrets.” “No regrets,” Damien echoed. Serena smiled through fresh tears. “No regrets.” They stepped out of the greenhouse hand in hand — a werewolf, a vampire, and a witch, bound by blood, grief, love, and growing desire. The final descent into the Nexus awaited. As they approached the glowing archway once more, the fusion creature had grown even stronger, now absorbing the bodies of fallen infected around it. It blocked the entrance completely and spoke with a chilling new clarity: “You cannot complete the ritual… until you feed me one of your own.”