The Walking Dead Crossover Fanfiction

I am so dead! He is sucking my blood!!! The feeling is driven me crazy...However, that was my very choice.

On the night of her graduation, Elle lost her mum and her best friend Ethan went missing. Her mum's death was strange. She was found dead and dry, with no blood in her when an autopsy was conducted. The only injury on her was two tiny dots on her neck. How she died, she didn't know. But everything pointed to Ethan. Elle had left him with her mum that night, only to come back to meet the worst scenario that tormented her life. This happened five years ago when at the age of eighteen, she moved on and re-established her mum's business known as EL corporations. Now 23 years old, her nightmares started again when Ethan came back. ~~EXCERPT~~ Her emotions swirled all over the place. She was still the stupid Elle. She trusted people easily, but what did they do? They pay her back with heartache and pain. "Elle, I warn you," He said slowly walking toward her like the predator he was. Elle gazed fiercely at him "What are you going to do? Lock me up? Or drink me to death.?!" Ethan smiled, the smile that weakened her bones, that shook her very core and being. "Elle, if you run, I chase, and if I catch?" He took her by the waist and pulled her to him. Their body was so close that his hot breath fanned her neck turning her red. Ethan's hand tightened around her waist "You make me lose my sanity Elle, do you know that?" He bent toward her inhaling her sweet scent that always invaded his senses. Elle's eye's turned wild "Let me go this instant!" Ethan's eye's darkened when he gazed down at her luscious red lips. Before he knew it, his mouth captured her lips in a warm sweet kiss.

Jasmina Lesvendstrong's coronation dream shatters when Alpha Damoew Herstrong publicly rejects her, choosing her best friend Arlene as Luna instead. Pregnant and accused of murder when Damoew is found dead, Jasmina faces execution in fourteen days. But Damoew isn't dead—he's under a spell. Arlene isn't who she claims. She's the Witch Queen's daughter, orchestrating revenge that will destroy every werewolf bloodline through the ancient Lycan Vault. With Damoew's supposedly dead mother and a rebellious guard as allies, Jasmina must save her baby, expose Arlene's genocide plan, and break the compulsion magic controlling her mate. The vault demands blood. The spell demands sacrifice. And Jasmina must decide: save the Alpha who rejected her, or let him burn. But letting him burn means killing all werewolves. Meaning no more histories (stories) of werewolves. So come with me let’s help Jasmina make a right choice.’

Sera Ashford is a Null—a walking void where magic and memory go to die. Dogs hate her. Spells slide off her skin. And the supernatural world would kill to own her blood. But Sera doesn't know any of this. She just knows she got fired from her diner job for "creeping out the customers." Then she meets Kael Valerius in a rain-soaked alley. Kael is a Voidborn—the first vampire, cursed for nine hundred years to hear the screams of every life he's ever taken. Witches he burned. Kings he betrayed. A little boy with dark curls who just wants his mother. The voices never stop. They never forgive. And they've been driving him slowly, exquisitely mad. But when Kael touches Sera, the screaming stops. Desperate for silence, he offers her a contract: stand at his side during the Conclave of Thorns—a gathering of every bloodline, coven, and pack with a grudge—and he'll pay her enough to erase her debts. One month. Then freedom. The deal shatters the moment their hands meet. Sera doesn't just silence Kael's curse. She absorbs it. Now the voices scream inside her skull. Ghosts wearing familiar faces crawl out of the walls. And a dead woman named Margot—Kael's former Tether, who clawed out her own eyes—whispers warnings in the dark. Trapped on Kael's estate, bound by a curse that will tear her mind apart if she strays too far, Sera has thirty days to master the deadly politics of immortals, survive the hungry ghosts inside her, and uncover the truth Kael buried with Margot. Because the curse doesn't just collect the dead. It remembers how they loved him. And in a world where regret is a hungry god, Sera might be the only one who can end the feast—or become its next meal.

The death of her husband broke Farrah in many ways, yet this peculiar ghost calls from her dead husband seems to arouse hope inside of her, making her think that her husband, whom everyone treated as dead, might be alive somewhere waiting for her rescue. Thus, she began her journey in search for her missing spouse—she did succeed—but what she didn't expect was that he became not only a zombie, but a zombie monarch. Can love between a human and a creature hated by many survive all of the hurdles thrown at them by fate and humans alike? *** SET IN MID-APOCALYPSE.

With Zurielle and Ace now a couple and with Red Back dead, what could possibly go wrong? Zurielle and Ace are in for a big surprise.

Sent away for years to a human college in the UK, I never understood why my parents were so desperate to keep me far from home. We lived like ghosts, no pack, no territory, just three lone wolves pretending to be normal in a world never meant for us. I didn’t question it until the night I returned and found my reality turned to ash. Walking into a house soaked in my parents' blood shattered my soul. My father’s heart had been ripped from his chest. With her final breath, my mother left me a single name: Alpha Drakan. I made a vow, I would find him and rip his heart out the same way he ripped my father’s. That promise was the only thing keeping me breathing as I tracked the hidden Wolf Kingdom, forcing my way into a world I never knew. I was to play the part of a broken stray omega seeking refuge in his pack. But then I hit a wall. Alpha Drakan was already dead. Not recently, but long before the slaughter. His son, Alpha Damir now sat on the throne. For a moment, it didn't matter, blood for blood. If the father was gone, the son would pay. Yet, doubt lingered. My mother hadn't been delirious; she was certain. If Drakan was dead, who really killed them? Rage doesn't allow for patience. I chose Damir to bleed for my grief. I got close, studying him, sharpening my hatred until I was ready to strike. But when I finally stood before him, everything went wrong. One look into his eyes and something ancient snapped. A primal heat wrapped around my chest, pulling me toward him. The man I came to kill wasn’t just my enemy. He was my mate.

"Please help me, Kyle. I think a flea got under my dress while I was walking the dog. It itches so badly." My goddaughter came to me in distress after being bitten by fleas in an unfortunate spot during her evening walk. What started as an innocent request for help with the itching soon became more complicated when she insisted I needed to help her with the problem more directly.

A gay couple who are in love with one another are separated by cultural rules and they end up dead after they tried to elope

Dani isn't looking for a mate, or even thinking about one. She's too busy surviving and taking care of herself and her mother. But when her mate comes walking through the doors of the restaurant she's working at, her life is suddenly turned upside down. Will she accept him and join him as the Luna of his pack? Or will the past that she worked so hard to overcome will make that impossible?