The Walking Dead Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"We must accept this, the world cannot stay the same, we can't allow it to be, selfish acts only lead to more selfish behavior from future generations, they learn from us after all, we need to teach them, show them change is good... The five most elderly vampires has fallen by the sword of Vlad Dracul, he created them, he ended them, an event that came full circle, change. Vlad has fallen by the canines of once Omega, now Queen Tala Vladimir Tamaska, her name will be spoken of for years to come, showing its not just the strongest warrior that poses the greatest threat, or the only hope. May the Silver cross forgive my actions, may Rachel forgive me, I am laying down my necklace and leaving,

Then he was gone, disappearing into the Special Collections with his ancient book, leaving me standing alone in the shadowy library with more questions than answers. I returned to my study table in a daze, but I couldn't focus on herbology anymore. My mind kept replaying the encounter, the electric shock when we touched, the way he'd said my surname like it meant something significant. Blackwood. White Luna bloodline. Ancient power. "It was just stress hallucinations," I whispered to myself, Dr. Chen's explanations echoing in my mind. "None of it was real." But what if some of it was? My phone buzzed with another text, this time from Quinn: Did you hear? Jaxon Cross is officially dating Cami

I thought bro was dead for real. Peter’s shadow erupted from behind a broken pillar, moving with inhuman speed. “Whatttt” I and Dom exchanged looks. Didn't they die or something? Before Cruz could react, Peter’s fangs sank into him. The look in Cruz’s eyes shifted almost instantly, confusion melting into a horrifying madness. His werewolf instincts battled the vampire influence, but it was futile. He was no longer fully one or the other he was a monstrous hybrid, a creature of pure chaos.

They got up from the ground, and the cuts that she received from breaking the glass had already started healing. "Come on, Climb again, Dee", she again mind-linked him, and even though he was afraid, he climbed her back. "Hold my fur tightly... we need to get away from here alive" While Dee was climbing her back, she looked for a way to get away from there without hurting Dee. She can see people killing each other everywhere. Many wolves and vampires are already dead, while many are still fighting to die. She can't help but think again and again about the situation. They all are dying because of whom?? It is easy to kill someone even though she has killed several people herself before, but i

He is my twin. I was laying in the ground and my conscious mind flew to the time of my transition and the drifter who tried to kill me but apparently, he's the one who got killed because Zack and Damon helped me. The fighter walking through the entrance of the maze leaves me. I feel my body is slowly getting very weak as I slowly lose my breath. My blood is scattering all around me and that makes me feel more terrified. "Ugh..ugh..ugh..." I spit more blood... _________

The streets were so quiet one could hear the ashes fall. The Hunters had set up quarantine fences around the central district, where blood energy still seeped from the ground slowly, persistently, like a wound refusing to close. And in the cold metallic room of a temporary medical station, Evelyn Cross opened her eyes only to realize what was beating inside her chest...was no longer the heart of a human being. She tried to move, but pain surged from the scar on her chest, the place where Genesis had once merged into her blood. Then, a voice echoed inside her head.

Willow My head feels foggy and my mouth tastes like I’ve been sucking on a cotton ball all night. It’s dry and nasty. I groan and inhale deeply through my nose, taking in the amazing scent that I now instantly recognise as belonging to Zale. That’s when it all comes back to me. Going outside to say goodbye to Finn, they two men out for a night walk, dressed in black, getting shot twice with tranquiliser darts and that image of Zale in his wolf form leaping over me right before I passed out.

Every step felt like walking into another world—his world. “Cruz Maddox,” Rafe’s voice slithered through the dark. “The ghost, the legend, the fool who thought he could outrun fate.” “Keep talking,” I muttered, raising my gun, finger steady. “The more you talk, the easier it is to find you.” A low laugh drifted. “You’ll find me when I let you. Not before.” Something shifted in the haze—boots scraping dirt. I spun, fired. A grunt, then a body collapsed.

he says, then takes my hand and we walk out of the bedroom. Church and Xenia have Entwined. Xenia is now a vampire after my brother nearly killed her. My brother, who I didn’t even spare another thought to after killing him. Sometimes this emotion switch thing comes in handy, especially when I’m doing something I’m not comfortable with. But Matthew would never have seen things my way; he would have been worse than our father.

In no time, he was done and we fixed the DIY cross and Lena dropped her flowers at the top and we stared ahead the sun was setting beautifully which was perfect. It made the trees shadow above us. It felt awful watching the tears drop from Moe's eyes to the sand covering Kayla's grave. And I felt worst that we couldn't give her a proper burial but I thought well she's better than those that died on the road and ended up as zombie food. The night was moving too slow as I tossed and turned on the bed. I finally gave up and got out of bed. I went to my bag and grabbed the bottle of vodka I snuck into it like I knew a day like this would come.