The Walking Dead Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Diana's POV Lucius eventually found me abroad. The day of the fire, I grabbed my luggage and climbed straight into Richard Mille's waiting car outside the mansion. After that, I turned off my phone, threw away the SIM card, and did my best to erase every trace of my scent. Yet, against all odds, he still managed to find me. The moment he saw me, the bouquet of white roses slipped from his grip, scattering across the pavement. The evening sun was dipping below the horizon. I was tucked firmly against the side of a tall, striking werewolf with an effortless smile on my face—a smile Lucius had never once seen during our years together.

That mommy dearest could step in and make it all better. Crock of shit! Is she any better than Isaac? Using and manipulating me for years to get her way? A brick nearly sinks in my gut at the comparison. But how different is it? *Hannah has to forgive us, she has to,* Cruz says, yawning. I get comfy and close my tired eyes. “Ow,” I groan, feeling a sudden pain in my leg. I absentmindedly rub the sore spot and groan again. When it hits once more, my eyes pop open and Cruz wakes, sprouting his claws from my fingertips, ready to kill the threat.

I asked. “That’s what we need to find out, why go to all the trouble of taking these people, wiping their minds and giving them a new life?” “As bizarre as it sounds we’ve got our hands full with this vampire thing and Ryder’s wife is pregnant,” Felix said. “There could be a link you know, between our cases,” Wentworth suggested. “Only you would see a link,” I said. “Think about it, you’ve got wolves turning vampires into zombies, someone wiping people’s memories and giving them new ones,” Wentworth said.

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”

“Where have you been? We couldn’t find you in your room!” Jenna pokes her head around the doorframe behind Greta, her cheeks flushed the moment realization dawns. Their combined shock is palpable, and for a second, I almost want to vanish entirely. “I… I’m fine,” I stammer, trying to cover myself with the sheet, though the gesture is futile. My shoulders are bare, the silk slipping beneath my fingers. “I just woke up… here.” Greta’s eyes flick to the bed and back to me, jaw tight. “In Mr. Crosswalk’s—here?” Her voice lowers to a cautious whisper, laden with fear and disbelief. “Are you—are you hurt? Was he—?”

Felix, I think I should get going Felix looks at me skeptically but then finally nod, You sure? My parents will be wondering where I am and I’m quite beat I’ll walk you back I throw a quick glance at the young alpha’s girlfriend, Jenna seemingly unimpressed by her boyfrined ignoring her. There’s no need, enjoy the rest of your day Once I get back home I head to the backyard, grabbing a dress that’s hanging on the clothing line. Once human again, my mind immediatedly shifts over to Chase. I still felt guilty. Shaking the thoughts out of my mind I head to go find my parents.

Later that night, I showered until the water went cold, changed into an oversized shirt and shorts, and crawled into bed with the envelope still inside my bag on the floor beside me. I told myself I would sleep. I needed sleep. Tomorrow I would wake up, go about my life, keep the money, forget Damien Cross, and never again accept a job that involved a man who apparently healed from knife wounds like some fucking horror movie character. I turned off the light. For several minutes, nothing happened. Then sleep took me. I was standing somewhere I had never seen before. There was grass beneath my bare feet, pale and damp, stretching in every direction without a road, house or single light anywhe

I looked at him. He was broken. Defeated. Human. I lowered my knife. "Scarlett—" "I can't." "Scarlett—" "I said I can't." I walked away. I left him there. Alone. Broken. Defeated. The facility began to collapse. The infected began to scream. We ran. Through the corridors. Through the doors. Into the night. The facility exploded behind us. Voss was gone. The merge was stopped. The world was saved. I collapsed.

As he leaves, I return to my desk and pour myself a drink. The One was once Damien’s friend. Now he wants to watch him suffer. Victor may be Leah’s useless father, but that means nothing here. Cross is coming. And we are more than ready.

he said and he winked at me. After Dracula, we watched Twilight where Jane threw another enormous amount of jokes around, mostly about sparkly stuff, mind reading and predicting the future and after we put on Underworld. “I'm going to be like Selene with my ex-boyfriend when I see him. Oh, and actually also your ex-boyfriend Tris,“ Jane said, nudging me in the shoulder. I turned to her with wide eyes. “We're sharing the same ex-boyfriend,“ I said with a shocked expression. “Enough about ex-boyfriends,“ Damon snapped. Jane rolled her eyes at me and focused on the tv again.